The pink barn

When I was ten my grandparents put their pink barn onto logs and rolled it down the yard. The barn rolled slowly. You could see underneath it. You were not allowed to go underneath it. The geese waddled up and down the yard aside it as it rolled. The pink barn left behind a concrete scar where it had sat before. The concrete got broken up with loud hammers, then rolled away in a truck. The barn kept rolling until it got to the inlet, at which point my grandparents packed up their things and moved into it. They sold the big pink house they left behind and built a new pink barn next to the old pink barn. Before it was put back onto the ground the geese kept going underneath it. Then it was put onto the ground and they walked around it instead.