A ten gallon steel milk can is about two feet tall. The neck is about seven inches across.
Long ago on our dairy farm we always had several empties waiting to be filled with fresh milk. The filled cans were picked up daily by our milk hauler and more empties left. The lids were not tightened down until the cans were filled. It wasn't difficult for a little girl to remove a lid so a can could be used as a place to stash a captured red hen.
The hen went in with some difficulty. Then while the lid was being recovered the hen escaped. So…the child wonders, would I fit in that can?
The answer is: a four year old girl will fit nicely in a ten gallon milk can with nothing but a little blonde head sticking out. Then, when she tries to escape, she can’t because she pushes down with her feet and jams her shoulders against the opening. This results in anger and screaming and kicking and the can falls over. The can then rolls across the farm yard. The screaming mouth gathers dirt and debris. All the ruckus brings big brother. He tries in vain to free his sister from the milk can. He finally goes for help. Mom comes. She convinces the little girl to squat down in the can and brings out one arm at a time. But the mom can’t keep from smiling. And maybe there is laughing from both the mom and the brother during the extraction process. Freedom is finally gained although all dignity is totally lost. And a memory is forever imprinted in the little girl’s instant recall.
A photo of my younger brother and sister playing by the evil milk cans a few years after my bad experience.