The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small herd of cows are lazily grazing in a green meadow surrounded by a babbling brook and some old, worn-out wooden fences, like, the sun's shining down from high in the sky, probably around mid-morning. The air's filled with the sweet smell of blooming wildflowers and the sound of birds chirping in the nearby trees. Uh, an old, rusty plow is somehow being pulled by a group of rabbits in tiny little harnesses, moving slowly and steadily across the field, their little paws wiggling in the air as they hop along. The air is still and calm, with just a faint breeze rustling the grass.