May 25, 2010 20:50
[There seems to be something going on in the hay field. The stalks keep rustling as if someone were rolling in it. . .
Oh, and there's a frustrated noise. -No, no, there are several of them, actually.
Wait, there's a ball of crumpled up paper flying out from the spot and landing to the left. It seems someone isn't making a literal metaphor, for shame.]
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