July 25, 2016-Grandpa motioned for us to hide. The sound of the vehicle became so close that we could hear the engine running outside of the barn door. We hid behind bales of straw and machinery; Grandpa hid with Simba and I and we had a pretty good vantage point of the barn door.
It was so quiet inside of the barn that you could hear a pin drop. The animals collectively held their breath as the massive door swung open with force. A short, pretty human with dark hair and glasses jumped out of her truck and moved a few bales of straw.She climbed back into the vehicle slowly backed it into the barn and shut off the engine; she flipped down the tailgate and began to load the back with bales.
We were in quite a quandary; if we revealed ourselves to the human she would be startled and besides, what if she was a bad one? But if we stayed put and did nothing, the tall, thin human might find us and we would be in an even worse situation. Grandpa must’ve had the same thoughts running through his mind as I did, because when I looked over-he was gone.
I caught a glimpse of him crawling out the hole that we had originally entered in at the side of the barn. What in the world was he doing? Just as I was about to follow him, Simba grabbed me by the paw and restrained me. “He has a plan, don’t compromise it!” he whispered. I decided to heed his advice and I watched as Grandpa walked through the front of the barn. He had his hands out to his sides and said,”Excuse me Miss?” The small human was startled and she turned to face him. She had a pitchfork in her hand and I noticed she gripped it tighter when she saw him; “I need your help,” Grandpa said calmly.