The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of raccoons are politely waiting in line to use a single, old-fashioned water pump in the middle of a sunny, rural farmyard. Like, the air's filled with the smell of fresh mud and the sound of birds chirping, with a few chickens pecking at the ground nearby. A large, wooden wagon is somehow being pulled by a team of butterflies, their tiny wings flapping furiously as they haul the wagon across the yard, carrying a load of freshly picked vegetables. The air feels warm and still, with just a hint of a breeze rustling the nearby cornstalks.