"Oh!" Anna exclaimed. "Kristoff, they have a hay ride!"
"Five dollars?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah! Let's go!" she chirped, grabbing his hand.
She handed the man a twenty dollar bill before Kirstoff could think of any other objections, and he lifted her up in the wagon and climbed in after her.
They waited, sitting patiently, as other people piled in, and finally the diesel engine on the tractor grumbled and with a jerk they were on their way.
Anna was enjoying it too much for Kristoff to even think about saying a word about the diesel fumes or the noise.
