![]() ![]() Silently they stare at each other, eat and wash their faces. The clown deftly pantomimes having fallen off the train-action and emotion shine wordlessly-and the farmer takes him home. He finds a small clown, wearing white makeup, a red-and-yellow costume and a broad smile. The startled farmer sets out in that direction. As the train chugs off the edge of the spread, a jolt propels something off the caboose. In the distance, surprisingly, a steam train crosses the horizon. A tall, scowling farmer labors with a pitchfork on an endless brown field. A solitary farmer on an empty plain receives the most unlikely visitor. ![]()
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