The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Misty rain falls on a small wooden farmhouse in a rural countryside setting. Uh, a pig in overalls is fixing a broken-down old tractor, with tools scattered all around it. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth, wet hay, and gasoline, and it's pretty chilly and still, like early morning in the spring. Water's somehow steadily pumping out of a big ol' tree stump and filling a rusty metal bucket nearby, like the stump's a natural water fountain or something.