The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cows are eating hay in a cozy, old-fashioned wooden stable, like, the warm sunlight filtering through the gaps in the boards casts stripes on the ground. The air is thick with the smell of fresh hay and manure, and the cows seem totally unbothered by the weird fact that one of the wooden beams is somehow a functioning seesaw, slowly rocking up and down with a few sparrows perched on each end. The late afternoon sun shines down, casting a warm glow over the whole scene, and it's pretty peaceful except for the sound of flies buzzing around.