Me with Joe, May 2003 Joe almost got shot by the bean farmer last time I was there. We saw the farmer getting out of his truck right next to the bean field. He had his shotgun in hand. We quickly drove home so we didn't witness Joe getting shot. We got home and as we were getting out of the van we heard gun shots and stopped dead in our tracks: one, two, then a third shot rang out. About two or three minutes went by before we heard the last one and we all were sure he was dead. Mommy started to cry just before we saw Joe running up the road toward us! He was being chased by the farmer with his gun. He was cursing and yelling at us as I hurried to coax Joe into the fence. The farmer was obviously drunk. He couldn't shoot or catch Joe that day. ©1997-2007Jessamyn Lovell