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Saved by the bale
This story from a neighbour who wishes at this time to remain anonymous.
My first bale building experience,
or Saved by the bale.
Back in the days of spontaneous revelry, I found myself of an early October morn
faced with a trek home of several miles whilst in a somewhat altered state. As I
creasted Tower hill to the east of Reberville I was struck full in the face by the
beginnings of what promised to be the first serious snow storm of the winter.
I could not retreat for my freinds would long since have pulled the covers over their
own foggy skulls and it did seem a shame to waste the effort already expended in
climbing such a formidable hill. However, although it was all down-hill from there,
it was still a distance of some five miles and my artificially thinned blood was
becoming more so by the minute. Thankfully, the doors of perception were opened
wide and I took notice of a multitude of pyramid-like structures beckoning to me
enticingly. I staggered over to one and felt my spirits buoyed up in discovering
that they were made of straw! Indeed, they were straw bales, and with visions of
small furry rodents snuggled connubially beneath them through the coldest of Alberta
winters, I commenced to build my own mousey nest.
I laid four of the deliciously warm tetrehedrons tightly together with the strings
parallel and then cut the strings. I then stacked bales around these two courses high
and in running bond. By crowding the sides in and stirring up the inside bales I was
able to lay some bales across the top for a roof. Voila! an instant R-40 bivouac.
After a night spent in the womb of the Mother, I awoke and refreshing myself with
several handfuls of snow, I set off into a brilliantly sunny day rejoicing that
I would never want for a home again.
Recorded: Tuesday, April 20, 1999
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