The good news is it only took me ALL WEEK to figure it out! No sir, you can’t fool me for more than SEVEN. LONG. DAYS, ’cause this lady’s one smart cookie! Even better news is that I have resolved to never, ever come into close contact with hay for the rest of my born days, (Goodbye, Dream of House in the Country!) and that means no more stinkin’ thinkin’ around these here parts, because, and I know you already know this, when Mamma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.
So, please, if you see me in a state if oblivion, walking anywhere near a haystack, use any means necessary to tackle me and get me away from there! My family will thank you.