The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A wooden granary stands surrounded by overgrown fields of wheat and wildflowers, with a family of raccoons expertly winnowing grain by tossing it in the air, somehow letting the wind separate the wheat from the chaff without any spilling to the ground. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow over everything, with a gentle breeze carrying the smell of fresh-cut grass and earth. Uh, a small herd of wild donkeys are casually walking through the granary's open doors, and they're all wearing identical, perfectly fitted little straw hats... which don't seem to be bothering them at all.