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         "Driving a tractor sounds cool", said Mark as he rushed out of the barn and caught up to Avery. He listened to her speak about the anthills before scanning his surroundings. Sure enough, there was one five feet from him. Feeling adventurous, Mark began to run. About a centimeter from the hill, he leapt, narrowly avoiding smashing the entire thing. "That was pretty fun... But I shouldn't do it again. Might squish a hill next time." He felt guilty about the fact that he had nearly squished a bunch of ants. "What kind of crops do you grow?"