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The Swiss_Mouse lives near a fairly large city.

His side of the metropolitan area quickly turns from city into rural within a few short miles.

The Swiss_Mouse himself lives in a subdivision, yet right across the road are cows and horses roaming on farms.  There are bison and llamas too only 1/2 mile away.  Or are they alpacas?  The Swiss_Mouse isn’t sure.  He’s positive they aren’t camels.

Every year at this time, the city mice head out into the country to smell the sweet fresh air and pay inflated prices to farmers in order to “experience the rural life.”  This time of year also coincides with the Swiss_Mouse’s oldest mouse-lings birthday.  A family tradition is to head out on his birthday, hit the local farm, ride the wagons to the pumpkin patch, grab some pumpkins in the field and then eat in the “country” restaurant.

This year, the Swiss_Mouse looked across the field and saw something unusual.  Upon closer inspection he figured out what it was:

It was the farm’s Mexican workers.  They were unloading pumpkins from a truck, then throwing them out into the field.

The Swiss_Mouse looked around.  None of the pumpkins were still on the vine.