When I was in grade school, we lived in South Texas on a few acres in the country. When I was home from school, I liked nothing better than to follow my dad around outside as he fed the animals and did various chores. We didn’t have a barn so my dad used an old trailer to keep the feed in. I would follow him into the trailer and help him dish out the feed into buckets, then walk with him carrying some of the buckets for the different animals.
This particular time, though, something went wrong. My normally cool, calm, and collected dad started kind of screaming. I say “kind of” because I had never heard my dad scream before. It was this strange, “huuuugh, uhhhh, ahhhh,” almost like he was singing. Then he started jumping. Pretty soon he was jumping, screaming, and hitting his legs all at the same time. He hopped, twirled, and screamed right out of that trailer and onto the ground, where he kept up his strange song, as he rolled and rolled on the grass.
I just stood there. First I gawked. Then I laughed and laughed and laughed. It was the funniest sight I had ever seen. When my poor dad finally stood up, he laughed with me. When we finally got control of ourselves, he told me what had caused the fit. A mouse had run up his pant leg! I was ever after a bit leery of the feed trailer.
I still love going out to the “ranch,” as we always called it, with Dad to help feed the animals.