God I Love Hay

Hay as a object is a complete and resolute product, it is dependable, and quiet literally the best thing to happen on this damn planet. Being able to dry out grass and other plants and turn them into a nourishing product for animals and man alike is utterly breathtaking.

You're telling me that animals can survive off 100% of this stuff alone in times of drought or winter? I could too? Not to mention the supplementary ways hay can be used, such as bedding, flooring, and soon to be fuel for the next wave of submarines being produced by Farms Unlimited.

Though I must also admit that there is a deep reverence, and fear of what is called as "hay bales". The majestic, golden ratio of these giant rolled stacks of hay are utterly paralyzing to imagine being near. The anxiety and paranoia of being rolled over by one keeps me up in my hay bed at night, sweating and crying.

All in all, hay.

(happy April fools, nnaaa. :3)