Your granddad had suggested you work on a farm for the summer to get cash so you agreed.

As it was time for dinner, a local woman asked you to call a guy that might've been at the barn, as he hadn't come yet.

As you approached the barn, you peered inside, which was filled with hay. A huge, thick-necked man shifting it from a packed cylinder to a loose pile, and seeming to exert little effort all the while. He turned his head to the sound and looked at you with a question on his face.