Not many people make it to Cornville, I’m guessing. Obviously, it’s a farming community. The local convenience store supplied our gas and could have done the same for our horse. It was tempting to purchase a bale of hay just because we could. However, a previous hay purchase killed that idea.
In college, an over-ambitious idea, to “decorate the floor of the residence hall for fall,” led to the purchase of hale bales. Unbeknownst to the zealous R.A., mice inhabited the bales and were thus given a holiday in a very comfortable dorm. The ”Marge in Charge” set traps, caught the offender, and was properly bitten by the rascal. The nurse recommended treatment, the R.A. refused, and all lived happily ever after.
I have never purchased another bale of hay. But I could have!
Perfect description!!!