You see a farmer watching over some hungry looking cattle, feeding them from a meager supply of ground wheat meal. "Henson." He tips his straw hat in greeting. "I watch the cattle here on me farm. But th' DRY spell h'aint helpin' much." "Well, they're expectin' rain soon, but I don't thinks me cattle can last. They is most HUNGRY." "I thinks each one would need at least a servin' each to hold off until th' rain. Crops grow quick, but as you can see, me field is almost BARREN." "Th' fast-grow seeds are planted, but need a good rain. Takes only a couple o' days. Right now me wheat is very LOW." "Only gots a few ripe stalks at th' north o' me field here. It just won't be enough to hold off me cattle. Th' WORK ain't hard -- just need rain..." "Well, I usually use me farmer's knife to cut down a stalk o' wheat, then I takes it to a mill and has it ground into meal, which th' cattle eat. Sure wish I knew of a RESERVE somewheres..." "Yea, just a couple o' servin's o' meal would hold 'em over till it rains." "My pleasure, sir. If ye comes across any wheat, lemme know please. Thankee." He tips his straw hat in farewell.
