The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of water buffalo are roaming freely in some pretty green pasture, I guess. Umm, it's early morning or so, and the sun's casting a warm glow over everything, and the air's pretty crisp and still. Like, this old wooden gate is somehow just opening and closing on its own, no animals are even touching it, just swinging back and forth real slow, must be part of some irrigation thing or whatever. The air's thick with the smell of fresh grass and manure.