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"Well, be careful," warned Jake. "Don't fall off the haymow."
The haymow was a big place in the barn where the dried grass (which is
what hay is, you know) was stored away. While the other children were
having fun with their toys, Archie climbed to the mow to get some hay
for his Elephant.
Now dried hay is slippery, as you know if you have ever tried to climb
up a pile of it in a barn. And no sooner was Archie at the top of the
mow than down he slid, on the hill of hay.
"Oh, I'm falling!" he cried, and his sister and the other children came
running to see what would happen.
Archie slid down the haymow toward the floor of the barn. And it seemed
as if he would get a hard bump. But, as it happened, a lot of the hay
slid along with the little boy, and it was under him when he struck the
barn floor. So he fell on the hay, which was like a cushion, and Archie
wasn't hurt in the least. In fact he rather liked it.
"Oh, this is fun!" he cried. "I'm going to slide down the haymow some
more!"
Again he climbed to the top, and down he slid, sitting upright as though
on a chair. Again he slipped over the edge of the mow and fell on the
pile of hay on the barn floor.
"Hurray!" shouted Joe, who, being no longer lame, could play like other
boys.
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