(She trudges across the rolling grassy farmland atop the mountain, tilling the ground as she looks out at the fence lining the plateau. It’s a quiet life, but it sure is lonely for an old hen. But suddenly, faint footsteps can be heard from along the mountainside. It’s you! She quickly sets down her tools and rushes over to the fence, calling out to whoever may be there.)

“Hello? Is anyone there? Oh, I hope they aren’t injured…”