I'm up on a farm on a hill, like in the berry fields. It seems I rode up there on my bike, to talk to some people, and now I'm going home. To get out, I have to go through this sort of building that is full up to my chest with popped popcorn. It's very difficult to get through, but the popcorn is delicious, and I munch on mouthful after mouthful as I wrestle with the bike.