The evening on the farm was pure magic. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky pink, and the animals gathered around the crackling campfire, eager for a new tale. Barney, the old tractor 🎵 with cheerful, rusty sides, rolled into place before the crowd. His hood seemed to grin. Beside him stood Mikey, the shiny green lawnmower 🎵, his blades twitching with excitement, though he tried to stay quiet to not steal the show.

“Get ready, folks, ‘cause this one’s full of secrets!” Barney called, winking with his headlights 🎵. “I’m gonna tell you about the Mystery of the Missing Hay—the wildest puzzle this farm’s ever seen!”

It was summer, warm and fragrant with grass. Our hay, golden as treasure, was stacked in the barn, ready for the big hay parade in the valley. But one evening… poof! The barn was empty 🎵! Not a single bale, not a single straw! I thought it was witchcraft! I stood there, my wheels shaking with shock. I decided right then to become a tractor-detective and crack this case!

First, I suspected the goats 🎵 from the pasture over the hill. Maybe they swiped our hay for a feast? I rolled to their pen, peeked under bushes, and checked their troughs. But the goats were innocent—not a speck of our hay in sight.