"Git down from there, or I'm callin' the sheriff," the farmer said.
Jon stood up and brushed the pieces of straw off his clothes. Then he slowly and carefully climbed down to the barn's floor.
He still felt a little dazed. How did he get from his house to this barn? After he went outside, he looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. Where was he?
"If I ever catcha in my barn again, you'll have more problems on your hands than the county lock-up," the farmer said. He grunted, then turned around to walk back to the farmhouse. "Go back home," the farmer said.
"Wait!" Jon yelled. "Where am I?"
