Farmer Skip calls to his oxen by name and hums a soothing folk song to comfort them. Once the situation is under control, he turns to our heroes and says: "We can spare a few bags of turnips for a hungry lord of the forest, now can't we, lads? I'm just glad the cart din't overturn, or worse. Come along now. Once we cross over this ridge, we'll enter the Miskatonic Valley, and soon reach our campsite at Peapod Springs. This time tomorrow, I plan to be safe in Hornpipe, eating a stack of pancakes and counting my money from the sale of this crop."