The Wagon

The Wagon

When my father was about thirteen, a neighbor bought a new hay wagon, of which he was very proud. He kept it beside his barn at night.  One evening, a few days after the purchase, Dad and a couple of friends went to the farmer’s place. They took the wagon apart, carried it piece by piece to the roof of the barn, and reassembled it.

Dad went to the Scott's Chapel Schoolhouse, and on the way to school, Dad passed the neighboring farm. The farmer was in the barn lot, looking at the wagon on top of the barn, and scratching his head. He was stumped, how did the wagon get on the barn roof?

Dad stopped, looked at the barn, and asked what happened. The farmer just shook his head and said “Dang, if I know!”

“How will you get it down?” Dad asked. The farmer just shook his head.

Dad stood there for a couple of minutes, then said “If you can wait until after school, I will get a couple of friends, and for ten dollars, I’ll bet we can get her down.” The farmer was happy and thought this a great idea. As Dad left, they were both smiling.