Kansas stood in the middle of his sunflower field, admiring his handiwork. The sun was shining down on him, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the sunflowers. He breathed deeply, taking in the smell, and feeling a sense of contentment wash over him.

"Ah, there's nothing quite like the smell of sunflowers," he said to himself with a smile. "They always make my day a little brighter."

As he stood there, Kansas couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the work he had done. He had planted the seeds, watered them, and cared for them until they eventually bloomed. He was proud of himself, and of the hard work he had put in to make the field what it was.

All of a sudden, Kansas felt a twinge of hunger. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and now it was well past lunch. He knew he needed to eat something, but he also didn't want to stop smelling the sunflowers. He decided to take a break and head home to make some lunch.