fencing part two

a buddy of mine, who shall remain nameless, showed up at my flat late last night with an odd attachment on his vehicle. it seems he, in his intoxicated state, mowed down a fence and those fences, they do not go down easy if they go down at all. this particular one, 30 some odd feet including two large wooden posts, latched on to the front underside of my friend's truck and hitched a ride through town until he arrived at my place where i assisted him, mostly by shaking my head and giggling, in figuring out how to detach the mess of wire and barbs. i can only logically conclude the fences have moved onto phase two of their plan where they exact their revenge on those who have sat on them entirely too long.