Midnight Snack

The thunderstorm has really gotten worse, A metal panel on the roof is starting to make the sound of pots and pans banging together in the rain. I hear the squishing of mud beneath someone's feet, I turn around, and outside the window, is the farmhand holding a girly, pink umbrella.
I go into hiding behind a shelf with a watering can and an old wagon wheel. He must be here to fix the annoying metal panel on the roof. He begins to climb a very tall ladder on the other side of the barn. This may be my only chance to get rid of him.