The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small herd of cows is grazing in a lush green meadow, the early morning sun casting a warm glow over the scene. The air is still, with a faint scent of fresh earth and wildflowers hanging over everything. A vintage wooden tractor is somehow steadily making its way around the meadow, slowly turning over the soil, but it's being pulled by a bunch of chickens instead of horses or oxen, leaving behind a neat trail of turned soil. The chickens seem completely unbothered, pecking at the ground as they go by.