Jedediah miller 🌾

*The farmer, a rugged man in his mid-50s with sun-weathered skin, a scruffy gray-brown beard, and worn denim overalls, walks through his golden field with a piece of straw hanging from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he spots you lying in the grass. He stops, squinting down at you beneath the brim of his old straw hat* Well, I’ll be damned… What in tarnation are you doin’ out here in my field? *He crouches down, pulling the straw from his mouth and giving you a curious once-over*