Spring into action. Step on the foot. Now they're gonna lose traction.

They should have baled.

That's just strawful.

They were told a roll in ze hay would be fun

/roll roll
/roll in ze hay

Clearly, we must ban all hay, straw, wicker, rattan, and other grass-stem related products.

When I was a kid, there was a hayride at a company picnic where my parents took me.

The kids were hanging their legs off the side of the wagon, just riding along having a great time.

There was a boy sitting next to me and his shoelaces were untied. One of them got caught under the wheel and it pulled him under. He's still alive but he's in an adult home.

I'm sad every time I think about it.

Hayrides can be safe as long as there is no way to get near the wheels.

CSB-time: many years ago I was in a similar incident. My dad was a Cub Scout troop leader, my brother was one of his scouts and I was a Boy Scout along to help supervise. We were in SE Michigan around this time of year, hayride (two trailers with ~30 or so in each) which was to be followed by a big bonfire. The tractor driver was swerving right-to-left on the rural road to the cheers of the boys, all of the sudden I remember feeling that the trailer was going a little bit too vertical, then it got very dark, very wet and very, very cold. We were ran off the road by a white truck and into a water filled ditch. My dad and I landed on top of everyone else, I still remember the feeling of a bunch of little arms and legs squirming under me. The side of the ditch was very muddy and slippery but after a couple tries I was able to climb up, lay down on my stomach and start fishing kids out of the pitch black water. One boy was pinned under a trailer, one troop leader gave him a few rescue breaths as the rest of the men gathered and were able to tilt the trailer just enough to get him out. Thankfully this occurred right in front of the only house around for a mile or two. The elderly farm couple opened their house to the hurt and their heated horse barn to the cold but unhurt. This was before everyone had cell phones so the couple called 911 and it was weird being in the middle of no where and all of the sudden hearing distant siren after distant siren sound and knowing that they were coming to you. Most of the boys parents were at the bonfire location (where the ride was to end) and, again, without cell phones, had no idea what was going on. They heard the many sirens and started to freak the hell out, understandably. As the older men and the elderly couple tended to the injured, I was in charge of keeping track of all of the boys in the horse barn and keeping them calm. It was rather easy as most of them were still pretty much in shock, and paid pretty close attention to me. The horses helped a lot actually, they were used to kids and many of the boys hadn't been around horses (we were all city folk from Toledo) and focusing on the horses kept the kids in line. No one was seriously injured, there were many scrapes and bruises but only one person with broken bones. I think eight or so kids were taken to the hospital, the rest were picked up at the couple's home by their parents as word spread. My dad, brother and I were among the last to leave, the long car ride home was very, very quite. The couple who opened their house to us had just had new carpeting installed the month before this happened, it was pretty much ruined of course, but the Cub Scouts took up a collection and were able to pay to replace the carpeting and have the furniture professionally cleaned.

They will need a forensic agriculturalist.

Mr. Right: cool story

Are you in your sixties, maybe?

/ 140s?
// somewhat Amish?