“Well? You can take it, can’t you?”
The farmer stood back a ways from his old wooden fence, arms crossed over his hefty torso. His wife watched worriedly from the kitchen window. This type of fence is the kind that is made out of old, dark wood, cut thick and round, like miniature logs, laid longwise. For the most part there were only one, maybe two pieces between each post, tilted diagonally. They have little practical use beside decoration, except that they’re good for keeping out things that are big, stupid, and slow.