A mystery is something of which we know that it is,
though we do not know how it is.
One day in the fall of the year a young Boy, his faithful dog and his loving family came to a farm far from the city. After talking to the Farmer they decided they would go and explore the land, the Boy and the Farmer were very excited at what they would see and do. The Boy, his dog, and his family followed the Farmer down the lane and they headed into the bush. They explored every cow path through the trees; they climbed every hill and hopped over many logs, and rocks. They were very careful walking among the Prickly Ash bushes and made sure not to step in the fresh cow patties that were everywhere.
They wandered through the hay field and passed the fossil pit, stopping for just a few minutes so everyone could maybe find that perfect fossil. They hopped over the rail fence and followed the tree line to the back of the farm. They checked out a quarry full of water and talked of how wonderful it was to be outside and enjoying the beautiful day. They walked back to a fence and crawled through it, they then stopped to pick up a Turkey feather left for them as a gift. The little Boy was happy, his family walked ahead and he and the Farmer talked about cows, birds and happy dogs. The Boy found a huge puddle and jumped in it splashing the Farmer but she laughed even though it was dirty water. It was a great day.
After the Boy, his dog and his family drove off in their car the Farmer went to have a nap as this had been quite an adventure. The Farmer was jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing, she picked it up. It was the boy’s family, “Have you seen a pair of orange sunglasses?” “Could you keep our eyes open?” The Farmer replied absolutely even though she doubted they would ever be seen again.
One day in the hottest, driest summer in decades the Farmer was walking a hay field that she had let her cows into to eat the green sprouts of grass when she spotted orange below her feet. The sunglasses that had been long forgotten were sitting just as they had fallen many, many months before. The Farmer picked them up wiped off the dirt and noticed they were in perfect condition.
The Farmer marveled at the odds of that pair of plastic sunglasses making it through the winter. She was extremely impressed that they had made it through the past haying season; with a huge fast moving disc bine cutting the hay, a twin rake rolling the hay, and then the Farmer baling the hay with the baler. This was not to mention all the trips over and around them with the huge crushing tractor tires. She marveled at the fact that the cows had been back walking with their heavy hooves over top of these sunglasses for a week and they had escaped being stepped on.
Not one scratch; don’t you wish sunglasses could talk? The Boy and the sunglasses were finally reunited and now the Boy has a wonderful tale to be told for many a year.