Farmer H is full of...of...tales. Yeah. That's the ticket. Farmer H is full of tales.
"I went over to feed the horse--"
"You mean the mini pony?"
"Yeah. I went over to feed the horse, and I was getting the hay down--"
"You carried it on top of your Gator?"
"No, HM. I have hay where he cain't get to it."
"Oh. Not in the pen."
"Yes, it's in his pen! But I keep it stacked where he cain't--"
"What's it stacked on?"
"It ain't stacked on nothin'. I keep it so--"
"It's on the ground? In his pen? So he can just walk up and eat it when he wants? He'll founder!"
"No. It's on the other side of the fence, where--"
"So it's NOT in his pen! It's on the other side of the fence."
"It's in his pen, HM. I put it in the shed I built for the goats...and him, so he--"
"He can't even get in his shed? Because you have the hay in there?"
"He can get in the shed. I put the hay behind the fence so--"
"WAIT! You put the hay behind the fence, but the hay is in the pen, inside his shed...YOU BUILT A FENCE INSIDE HIS SHED?"
"YES! There's a fence to keep him from getting to the hay. Inside his shed."
"Well, why didn't you SAY so?"
"Anyway, what I started out to tell you was that when I cut off a section of hay for him, and pulled it down, THREE EGGS FELL ON ME!"
I don't know about you, but cub reporter Mrs. Hillbilly Mom sees the FENCE INSIDE A SHED as being more of a story than three eggs falling off some hay.