... a weasel!" she exclaimed. And since he didn't reply, and she had learned to be mortally afraid of weasels, she ran off squawking, to hide high up in the haymow... — The Tale of Old Dog Spot • Arthur Scott Bailey
... brush him as he walked in the path that was wide enough only for one. His solitude was peopled again when he fed the cattle, for Rose's face smiled at him from the haymow; and when he strained the ... — Homespun Tales • Kate Douglas Wiggin