The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive old-fashioned wooden waterwheel is slowly turning, somehow being driven by a bunch of lazy otters just lounging in the shade. The air's warm and humid, with the sweet scent of fresh-cut grass hanging over everything. Umm, like, a small canal boat is steadily making its way along the quiet waterway, its cargo hold full of what looks like fresh hay, but there's no tow rope or engine, it's just being propelled by a bunch of fish swimming in unison beneath the surface. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the whole scene.