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When I was 7 years old I visited my grandpa's farm in South Carolina. He had a chicken farm (go figure). Anyway I was having a good ole time running up and down the walkways inside one of the long chicken coops yelling at the chickens, making them go crazy. It was a sheltered pen with a concrete walkway with chicken pens on both sides above the ground. Well one of those machines that goes along the concrete walkway and scoops up the eggs was coming at me pretty fast. As I could not see the driver, I was sure he could not see me. So I figured my best bet was to run around the machine thru the mud under the chicken pens. After wading thru mud up to my neck I did manage to get around the machine and avoid being flattened. It was not until 30 minutes later that I realized that the mud was not actually mud.
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