The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of pigs are just roaming around in a big, open pasture surrounded by low stone walls, with a few oak trees scattered around and some wildflowers blooming in the grass. The air's pretty still and warm, with a scent of fresh earth and a hint of manure, and a light drizzle is starting to fall from the sky. A small, old-fashioned well in the center of the pasture is somehow pumping out perfectly formed, crusty loaves of bread that are just piling up on the ground, getting all soggy from the rain. The sun's hidden behind some thick clouds.