The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rabbits and hares are just chillin' in this small, lush meadow surrounded by a babbling brook and a ring of tall trees that block most of the sunlight. Like, the air's filled with the smell of fresh grass and it's pretty calm, just a few birds chirping in the trees. A big ol' tree stump in the center of the meadow is somehow steadily producing perfectly round, perfectly ripe apples, which are then rolling down the hill to gather in a small pile. The sun's shining through the trees in a few spots, casting warm patches of light on the ground.