The hill there was very steep, but I pedaled down it as fast as I could, not looking back, as I imagined the farmer hurling his pitchfork after me like a javelin.
Mägitee oli seal väga järsk, kuid väntasin allapoole nii kiiresti, kui suutsin, vaatamata kordagi tagasi, sest kujutlesin farmerit oma heinahangu nagu oda mulle järele heitmas.