A trip into southern country

Friday afternoon, after the departure of the Lummus'. Rachie, Beth, Alan, and I packed up into the truck along with a heaping pile of somewhat saturated hay and with quite a distinct smell. The air was soon filled with laughter and the aroma of moldy hay. We rolled down the windows for the purpose of dispelling the allergic mass and enjoyed the balmy air whilst watching Alan as he attempted to eat his dinner amidst the stop, and go of the traffic. I tried my best to keep the ride as smooth as possible but you know how it goes it a small town afternoon traffic. 40 min later found us in the country, at an Ingles waiting for our Aunt Neecy and her five children to arrive. Shortly after our arrival they pulled in behind us and asked if they could join us. I scooted over and gave Alan to wheel so as make room for everyone. A few minutes later we turned into the field that consisted of a two barns, hundreds of cars, and shrieking children. We piled out and went around to the back of one of the barns to survey the animals. We found dozens of goats, chickens, rabbits, eggs, roosters, pigeons, rats, and a few ugly and sickly sheep. We soon gave up the idea of buying a sheep and entered the barn. Hovering around a platform which contained a young man pulling and shoving a goat sat people of all shapes and sizes, watching intently the success of the young man and his 'specimen'. (LOL) Off to the side was a small box (kinda of like those boxes that men sit in at baseball games to announce the progress of the game?) which boasted of a man with a microphone and a women with a laptop. The man was calling out in a heavy southern accent "