The Case of the Vampire Vacuum Sweeper. John R. Erickson

you’re wondering what became of Drover in all the excitement. I wondered about that myself, and it took me half an hour to solve the mystery. Actually, it was no mystery at all. It was the biggest non-surprise of the year. In the heat of battle, he had run back to the hay barn and had squeezed himself in between two bales of hay.

      I discovered his hiney sticking out. We needn’t report the full extent of the tongue-lashing I gave him. It was pretty severe, but he promised never to do it again, and this time, I got the feeling that he really meant it.

      And with that, we retired to the house—and yes, to the warmth and comfort of Slim’s woodburning stove.