Vachel ain’t fallin’ for no tricks.
This strip was actually inspired by a farmer who told my friend Anya and I that his enormous horse, Aggie, was happy to haul logs around as long as the farmer convinced her it was a game. Aggie, like all horses, was also far too cute when she ate apples.
See, here’s another one you might not know unless you grew up with only wood to heat your home. The piles are BIG. By this I mean that you stack little logs maybe 5 feet tall and 30 feet long outside your house and cover it in plastic. And so when a stack tips over, woe betide who might be underneath it.
By the way, I’m LOVING hearing all of your stories about wood burning childhoods.
We used to fill up the wheelbarrow with logs, roll them to the front steps, and then pass off the wood from hands to hands to pile which we called a “chain gang.”
I LOVE these memories. :)