The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sunny hayfield stretches out, dotted with bundles of drying hay and a few patches of wildflowers. Like, the air's pretty still, smelling sweetly of fresh hay and warm earth, with a gentle breeze carrying the sound of buzzing bees. Umm, a family of rabbits is quietly loading a rusty old tractor with bales of hay, somehow operating the vehicle without any visible hands or tools, just hopping on and off as it chugs along. The tractor seems to be running smoothly, puffing out small puffs of white steam, without ever needing to be refueled.