I'm riding on top of a load of hay, up to the farm. Somebody is with me - I'm guessing, Natasha, and I explain that I know where all the good fruit is growing. There's one little tree down here... and we pick some sort of plums, but she complains that they are darker on one side than the other. I explain that's just because the sun is stronger on one side (which is why it must be Natasha, who else would complain about that?). She still doesn't like that, and I say that we should find a bunch more up higher on the hill, and maybe they are more evenly ripened.

As we're riding, quite high up on the load of hay bales, the truck goes over some bumps, and the load rocks, and then all the bales tumble to the ground, us among them. It's scary, but nobody gets hurt, we just all tumble to the ground.