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for help. Unfortunately, he didn't have
a phone way out there. He said I could spend the night in his barn
and use his tools to fix my truck in the morning. He even invited
me to have dinner before turning in for the night. We had a nice
dinner of steak, potatoes, beans and salad.
    After dinner the farmer showed me to the barn
so I could lay out my sleeping bag on the straw. It was a real nice
barn and I was sure I'd get a good night's sleep. Over on the side
of the barn was a huge solid steel door. I thought that this was
out of place since I had never seen a barn with a steel door let
alone one with a door the size of this one. The farmer told me that
was where he kept his most prized possession. Just as he was about
to leave he turned and asked if I would like to see what was behind
the door. Always curious, I said, “Why sure.”
    We walked over to the huge medal door and the
farmer, after removing a steel wedge from under the door, grabbed
the iron ring on the door and pulled it open - creeeeeeeek. There I
saw stairs heading down into the dark and I followed the farmer
down the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek.
    At the bottom of the stairs there was a large
oak door with an iron bolt. The farmer pushed the bolt across -
clunk - and pulled the door open - creeeeeeek - and walked
through.
    Down a narrow, dark tunnel we encountered
another steel door with a solid crossbar holding it closed. The
farmer lifted the crossbar - groooooan - and struggled to pull the
door open – uuumph - and we walked on.
    A few yards further on was a clear door made
of Plexiglas 18 inches thick. It had a combination lock and I
watched as the farmer opened it - 13-66-6 - click, click, click and
then swung the door open - swooooosh.
    Past this door was a huge cage made of 3-inch
round steal bars. But, that wasn't what caught my attention. What I
saw was the huge monster inside the cage. It was gigantic! It was
covered with purple fur! And, it was asleep.
    The farmer said, “This is my most prized
possession. Very few people have ever seen it. This is my purple
gorilla and you've got to promise me, I mean really promise me,
that you will NOT touch him!” Well, I thought that was about the
most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. Of course, I'm not going to
touch a gigantic purple gorilla! So I promised him and I thanked
him for showing me.
    Then, we made our way back to the surface. He
closed the glass door - swooosh - and spun the lock - click, click,
click. He closed the steel door - uumph, - and lowered the crossbar
- groooan. He closed the oak door - creeeeeek - and slid the bolt
in place - clunk. We climbed the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek
and then closed the giant steel door placing the wedge under
it.
    Well, I was tired so I laid out my sleeping
bag and 'hit the hay' as the farmer went back to his house. As I
laid there smelling the fresh straw, I just couldn't stop thinking
about that purple gorilla. What a magnificent creature! I wonder
why the farmer didn't want me to touch it. Hmmmm, it was asleep so
what harm would come of it?
    Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and
I couldn't fight it any longer. Sure that the farmer was fast
asleep, I jumped up and went over to the giant steel door removed
the wedge, grabbed the iron ring on the door, and pulled it open -
creeeeeeeek. I went down the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek. I
pushed the bolt on the oak door open - clunk - and pulled the door
open - creeeeeeeek - and walked through.
    I raised the crossbar on the steel door -
grooooooan - and struggled to pull the door open - uuumph - and
walked on.
    I came to the 18-inch thick Plexiglas door
and opened the combination lock - 13-66-6 - click, click, click and
then swung the door open - swooooosh.
    I walked up to the huge cage made of 3-inch
round steal bars and gazed at the purple gorilla that was still
fast asleep. After pausing for a second, I reached out my hand and
I softly touched his fur.
    He immediately jumped up and let out