Annie hated the smell of the farm and she especially hated John, the handsy foreman. But she liked hay and the color red. What a shame hay wasn’t red.
The farm had a machine that scooped bales of hay and took them for storage.
Just for fun, she would go in the barn at night and destroy the bales by forking them and throwing the hay in the air.
When John’s bloodied hand waved faintly from underneath the hay, Annie was stunned. Ops…” She looked left and right and… forked the pile of hay again. “Well, it’s definitely red now.”