The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small bunch of birds perch on the edge of a wooden wagon, watching as a group of wild donkeys expertly stack a bunch of crates in perfect balance, like they've done it before. The air's pretty warm and dry, with a gentle scent of fresh hay hanging in there. Umm, somehow the wagon just stays completely still on this uneven cobblestone street, despite the donkeys' constant movement around it. A gentle breeze stirs the old-fashioned street lamps, casting a bit of a sway on the scene, but the crates somehow remain perfectly in place.