Somebody Might Qualify As An Honorary Member Of Mystery, Inc.

The Mystery of the Door-Knocker remains unsolved. But when Farmer H heard my details, and scoped out the scene on his way home, he had an idea.

"It was probably them tree trimmers."

"Are they working in this cold? With the snow?"

"Yeah, they've been up in here with their tractor thing grinding up the limbs they trimmed."

"Were they in our field?"

"No. There was no tracks in the field. But they was in the driveway."

"Then why are there footprints going from our front sidewalk towards the BARn field?"

"I don't know. But they don't go all the way. They was probably comin' to ask about my trailer. It's under the power lines. They might want to move it."

"You mean they want YOU to move it! As if anything could hurt that trailer any more."

"Not my wrecked trailer. The new one. A line runs over it. And I won't be here when they come back. So I ain't movin' it. But you can tell them THEY can move it. They just have to lift up the tongue. Their tractor can move it. Then put it back when they're done."

"I don't know if they would do that. Liability and stuff. But you don't need to be driving over there in this cold, and get stuck."

"I ain't goin' over there. But they can move it if they ask."

We'll see what happens with that. I'm not sitting around waiting on them to come back. I think I can finally make my escape on Monday, when we'll hit a balmy 40 degrees. I wish I knew where I put my old Hawaiian shirt...