The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A few lazy cows are munching on some dry hay in the middle of a dusty farmyard, surrounded by old, weathered wooden barns that block most of the mid-morning sunlight. The air is still and dry, with a strong scent of manure and a faint smell of fresh milk. Like, the sound of birds chirping and the occasional lowing of the cows fills the calm air, as a few chickens peck at the ground near a big, rusty metal trough that somehow keeps filling itself with water, even though there's no hose or pipe attached. The sun casts a warm glow over the whole scene.