The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, I'm surrounded by these tall, towering grain silos in a rural farm area, and sunlight's reflecting off their worn metal exteriors. The air's pretty thick with the smell of fresh grain and hay, and it's dead still except for the occasional rustle of birds hiding in the stacks. Umm, somehow these chickens are expertly loading bundles of wheat into a really old-fashioned, horse-drawn wagon, but they're all calmly sitting on the sidelines sipping water from a tiny metal trough while doing it. The afternoon sun's pretty warm, casting a gentle glow over the fields nearby.