Big Boy was giving a nice stream of urine to a vet tech as we passed by his stall in the barn. Dana dropped off of our little group and hung back with the family while I continued through the building with the Fair Board Director and the board member who’d been posted outside on the end where we’d entered.
We pulled up short at the edge of the Harper’s area. The refrigerator was still there. Bloomin’ idiots, they are!
I stood idly near it. Elizabeth Harper was sitting, cool as a cucumber, on a ‘70s era folding mesh lawn chair. She actually smiled as we approached.
“Got it all figured out Director? I told you this was all just a misunderstanding.”
In a tone that was more polite than I would have used he told her, “I’ll need you, your son and also your daughter Nina to come with me to th
