Here is the link to the Six Sentence Story blog hop. The word prompt today is pound.
The sound of the striking of metal upon metal could be heard as it reverberated across the hilly, northwest farm land.
The rusty and sometimes broken barbwire fencing on the large farm could not be counted upon to keep any animals where they belonged, so the two milk cows were staked out to graze the sweet grass, and a goat was tethered and staked out to browse wild blackberry bushes, tall thistles, and stinging nettles along the small creek that ran through the farm.
There were wooden, paneled pig pens that were secured midway and at the corners by metal fence posts. They needed to be moved periodically after the soil had gotten too muddy from the pigs rooting.
If the bearer of the sledge hammer, whether the farmer or one of his children, didn't pound the stakes and posts deep enough into firm ground, animals could find their freedom at any time of the day or night! After all, the grass is always sweeter on the other side of the fence, or in this case, outside the grazing or browsing area.