He kneels amongst the withered crops, tears stream down his face. His hands rough and hard pummel the ground in frustration. He lifts up his head and gives a great howl that echoes all through the crops field and beyond.
Birds resting on nearby branches cease their chirping and flutter away, leaving the broken and beaten man by himself.
Alone. Desolate. Useless.
The crops he took time and effort to plow were all gone. Withered. Savaged. Burnt. Destroyed.
All. By. Himself.
