*Two farmers are talking at a table over a few pints and a few dead soldiers (empty beers)*
"Did you hear about that nut near town?"
"Who's 'at?"
"Some guy shoutin' about reality and whatnot. Looks 'bout handsome as a scarecrow, 'bout as stiff as one, too, wearin' god knows what. I asked him, what's that you're wearin'? Know what he said?"
"What?"
*puts on a voice and continues* "He wears this as a gift, it is cougar leather and worked to match the desert sands."
*the other farmer laughs* "Talks of himself like that does 'e? Glad he's not around my way.
*switching back* "Right? So's I asked him, What the hell desert's 'round here? He said, None."
"So he ain't completely bonkers."
"I'll be damned he isn't! 'E told me to look at a tree an' then told me I didn'see it. It 'us right ther'!"
"Nutter."
"Right out, though he likes us folk. Says we're a right model of balance or somethin' since we figure to keep our town a smaller, quieter one without expandin' much."
"Sure, if'n we do expand we'd probably absorb a bunch'a nutters like him anyhow!"
*the two men laugh and continue to drink*
"So how're them squash growin' up your way?"
*their conversation fades back into the drone of the inn*
