A white van slowly made it way down a part gravel and part dirt trail, winding its way around curves and slinging pepples as it slid and righted itself along the way.
The dirt path seemed to go on forever. Around each curve the driver leaned forward, peering ahead to look for his destination. He went over the directions given to him in his head over and over. He was sure he was on the right road. Then suddenly on the right side of the road a pasture came into view. Leading through the pasture was a dirt path more narrow than the one was on currently. A cattle gate blocked his path. This is it he thought.
As the richest man in the northern United States got out of his vehicle to open the gate, he slid in some black sticky mud and went down on one knee. Yowwwww he cried out, my bad knee. He struggle up and made his way to the gate, limping in pain.
As he slowly steered the van through a pasture, cars could be seen up ahead in a makeshift parking lot. Behind the cars he could see a barn looming ahead. Off to the left was a paddock with horses. To the right, cows grazed in a field.
Jim Qwilleran parked and eased himself slowly from the van, being careful of his bad kneww. He stomped the mud off his shoes and made his way to the barn entrance. As he neared he could hear the lively music and happy voices coming from the barn.
He thought to himself, how did I let Jr. Goodwinter talk me into this assignment. I don't watch movies or television, I am the last person to be objective about this assignment.
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