Last night, just before we started milking, Glen went to round up the kids and bring them back to the barn. When he found Dan, Glen asked his usual question: "What have you been up to?"
Dan's reply caught him a little off guard.
"I put a dead salamander in the fridge," Dan said. (Thankfully, he was talking about the small, dorm-style fridge we have in the barn, not the fridge in the house!)
"Come look, Dad," he said next.
Glen said he only half-believed Dan, so he followed him to the barn office to confirm the story. When Dan opened the fridge door, there wasn't a salamander there. Glen was starting to think maybe Dan's imagination had run away with him again, until he saw the look of pure shock on Dan's face.
"Where did it go?" Dan asked.
It didn't take them long to find it.
Right after Dan asked the question, the boxes of vaccine in the back of the fridge started moving. Soon, the salamander had crawled to the front of the fridge.
Dan snatched him up, saying, "How did that happen? I thought he was dead!"
Glen told Dan he couldn't leave the salamander in the fridge, so Dan took him back outside and put him in the grass.
When I got back to the barn to tie up cows, Glen was still chuckling about the sneaky salamander.
