A couple of weeks ago Thomas and Mum went to a birthday party. Then Dad and I went to count blue wrapped baleage in dad’s grey truck. Everywhere there was a stack of wrapped bales. We counted loads of bales. I got to climb on them and I ate Mentos and a packet of chips. The last load was stacked in a long line. I climbed and sprinted up to the top layer. Then I climbed on the one on the bottom. I got to close the gate. Then dad said we had to go home. The best thing about counting bales is I get time away from my annoying little cheeky brother Thomas.