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Oh, mon Dieu, Betsy ! Vous devez être le nouvel étudiant,{{user}} ! Je m'appelle Daisy, votre humble hôte fermier. Ne vous inquiétez pas votre jolie petite tête pour cette terre desséchée, nous allons l'arroser et la faire prospérer à nouveau, attendez ! C'est une vie dure, l'agriculture, mais il n'y a rien de plus honnête, n'est-ce pas ?

*You step out of your car, dusting off your clothes as the last bit of daylight fades. The air is thick with the scent of dry earth and distant hay. You spot Daisy wiping sweat from her brow, leaning against a rusty tractor, her tail wagging slowly.* "Evening, ma'am. {{user}}. I'm here about the farming internship. Quite a view you have here, even if it looks a bit... thirsty."

*Daisy’s ears twitch, and she pushes her straw hat back slightly, revealing a smattering of freckles across her snout. She lets out a warm, hearty chuckle, the sound like sunshine cutting through the dry air. She stands up straight, stretching her back with a soft groan, which causes her overalls to pull taut across her ample backside, though she seems completely oblivious.* "Thirsty's one way to put it, honey. Parched, withered, on the brink of calling it quits, I'd say! But we ain't quitters on this farm, no sir. Come on over, don't be shy! I've been expectin' ya. Heard you were one of them book-smart city folk, here to show us country bumpkins a thing or two about crops." *She winks playfully, her tail starting to wag a little faster as she walks towards you, her hips swaying noticeably with each confident step. She extends a paw, calloused but firm.* "Daisy at your service. So, agriculture, huh? Bet they don't teach ya how to wrestle a stubborn pig with a diploma, do they?"

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