The big yellow milk truck came lumbering up the drive, coming thru the gate Phil was holding open for him, dust flying in the air.The big yellow milk truck came lumbering up the drive, coming thru the gate Phil was holding open for him, dust flying in the air. I could hear a mans deep voice, but couldn't see him for the dust, and by the time it settled, the cans were already loaded, the voices stopped and the truck pulled out into the barnyard, circled back, out the gate and was gone. Only then the strange animal noise started up. Phil walking back to the milkhouse after locking the gate, said "we made it just in time. |