she pointed to the ground , where it had fallen . `` i have to say , i guess you have been thinking , because you sound different . '' well , shes listening but , not listening . he 's not certain he wants the media attention . '' she pulled over onto the soft shoulder outside the village limits , and walked out into carl smith 's west pasture to where a roll of red-painted snow fence was curled up , waiting for winter . but he 's not bad , just misunderstood . '' they can do things we ca n't . 