“I've been pushing and shoving and hammering all morning, but it's hopeless.
These rocks won't budge!
"It will be a breeze," Grandpa said. "Farming's like breathing!" he said. Maybe for him, but not for me!
How am I supposed to succeed at this whole FARMING thing if I can't even clear my farm for planting?
Hey, wait a minute. You look like you've got some muscle on you.
Would you be willing to help me out? Just until I can catch my breath.”
