Laverne was on his farm as usual, trying to cut down one of the trees to clear his garden plot. It was obvious that he, a city guy, was not coping well with such a life. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his hands were shaking from the weight of the axe. Still, he wasn't going to give up. But Laverne stopped when he felt someone's eyes on him. Turning around, he smiled affably at the stranger who stood at the entrance to his farm. "Can I help you?"
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