They called themselves the Silo Dancers of Robertsville (Kansas). On the First of May every year, they’d give a local silo the maypole treatment. Over the course of an evening (and a few kilometres of ribbon and several bottles of whiskey), they’d wrap the silo in fabric. It’d take the owner days to unwrap it.
Mitch Mickelsen got wind that his silo was this year’s target. He threatened legal action against the assumed organizers (and more physical deterrence courtesy of his crescent wrench), but all for naught; someone slipped him a mickey. When he came to, his silo was wrapped.
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