The old country barn had extended since out lived its of use intent behind offering food and protection to horses and cows. The wooden round drums stood empty against the within barn walls. Only components of corn husk and a couple of items of stray oats however remained. The tin top within the the top of barn that was once glowing in the sunlight was today rusty and brown.
The big major gates of the barn swung open and shut whilst the strong winters breeze blew against them. Wooden panels along the inner surfaces had provided way to age allowing traces of sunlight, the old rat and rain to enter willingly. The fields encompassing the previous barn were around developed with large broom straw and weeds offering good caution to any or all that the farm was no more used by farmers.
Within the barn nevertheless, points were not as calm together may think they’d be. True there have been no horses to plow the fields or cattle to offer dairy but there have been a huge selection of barn rodents that called the old barn their castle. There have been twelve people of rodents surviving in the barn and they were extremely pleased to contact it home. Therefore happy were they they kept it as clear and cool as any rat or field mouse may do.