Daniel is one of my older brothers, and my family loves to laugh at his complete randomness. For example is one of the last times I walked to the barn with him. We were talking and laughing, when suddenly he lost concentration, and took off after our dog, Ruff. Ruff stayed ahead of Danny until they reached the haystack. Then Daniel took a flying leap, and they both vanished behind the hay. Daniel soon emerged dragging Ruff behind him by a leg. I have no idea why. Danny didn’t know why either. I asked him, and he said that his dog wouldn’t care if he pulled her around by a leg. I later saw him apologizing to Ruff, and Ruff didn’t look very convinced.
Then there was the time when we were moving 300 calves home from the pasture. My sister’s and I were moving the calves on horseback, when Daniel came to help with his Jeep Cherokee. He was all into driving those calves. When the calves weren’t moving well, he flew in behind them with the horn blaring. Slamming the brakes and spinning the wheel, he slide into their midst. Snow flew in billows, and the calves scattered in all directions. Those of us on horses went to gather them up again, as Daniel yelled at us, “C’mon! Can’t your horses go any faster?!” Then with a big sigh, “Why do I have to do everything around here?”
Another time, the guys were unloading round bales, while I worked in the house. I glanced up to see a bale roll by the window. It had gathered some speed by the time I saw it. It missed the yard fence by inches, and rolled over a rubber tub of water. The result closely resemble a volcanic explosion. Then I saw Danny chasing the escaped hay bale. His arms were waving and every stride covered about 20 feet. Even so, the round bale was faster. I’m glad it was. I’m not sure how he planned to stop it, once he caught it. The bale finally caught in a gulley, and Daniel seemed satisfied. He was panting and laughing, while the other guys grumbled and stewed.
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