Farmer Bill couldn’t believe his ears. The results he was promised were finally here.
He jumped out of bed and raced outside, the rhythmic thumping getting louder with each step.
Bill reached the chain-link fence of his vegetable garden, stopped dead in his tracks. It was a sight to behold.
His beet plants – the centerpiece – were pulsating, emitting a funky musical beat while the other vegetable plants swayed in perfect harmony.
What had once been an arid wasteland was now a vibrant oasis, flourishing beyond his wildest imagination.
Farmer Bill closed his eyes and just listened.
Music to his ears.
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