“Rocks…more rocks.” He looks over the land and noticed a single windmill in the center of this patch of land, running down wires that bump out of the ground and into a house. “At least they have electricity, unless that just grinds rocks. I wouldn’t be surprised if it did.” He was approaching a nearby entrance to the farm, just an opening at fence with another sign. Pie Family Rock Farm. “Huh…rocks…I wonder if there’s a turd farm. Lot of money in turds.”