[u]Balthazar and Po stare out into the fields, appreciating the beauty of it all. Sun shines down upon the golden brown wheat that adorns the trek between the Dojo and town as an old tractor plows through the fields, harvesting the wheat. Even from this distance, they can see the busy town squares bustling with activity, people like ants running around. The wheat sways gently in waves, almost in a hypnotizing rhythm of a calm seaside waterfront.[/u]