Visual imagery-- love it! When a writer makes you feel the scratchy hay, smell the smoke from the fire and hear the crackling wood, you have been given a true present.<quoted text>Oh--my bad.. I thought the plan for Friday night was a camp fire sitting on a log in the cool night breezes looking into a star-lit sky while smelling the wafting smoke from the burning hickory coals while we toast our Ball Park Franks on a bent clothes hanger; saving the better sticks for the marshmallows and listening to old Ralph try to pluck out the chords while we all sing "Home on the Range" and "Jimmy Crack Corn".
Then afterwards, we planned to pair off and ride bare-foot in the hay wagon all snuggled in soft hay while Sammy drives the mule team pulling the wagon.(Poor old Sammy always has to drive the mules. I think he has a fetish for smelling the mules straining hineys).LOL YEE-HAW... And besides, you might lose those heels again in the hay wagon ruckus. LOL But if One-tooth Lucy Jane shows up, I might just relieve Sammy and drive the mules myself and let him roll in the hay with Lucy. I don't find her very appealing. LOL
Now AW you know Lucy Jane has a delightful personality. Don't try to make her say "She sells sea shells down by the seashore". You know that goes horribly wrong.