The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A herd of bison graze peacefully on the lush, green grass of an expansive prairie. The late morning sun beats down on the landscape, warming the air and releasing the scent of blooming wildflowers. A rusty old water pump somehow continues to fill a wooden trough, even though its handle is tangled in a mess of overgrown vines and hasn't moved in years, and the bison amble over to take turns drinking from it. The air's filled with the gentle hum of crickets and the occasional snort from one of the bison as they go about their day.