On a boiling summer day about noon, I was in my
endless field - sorting out my beautiful, golden wheat. I spotted a
piece of it that wasn’t growing, so I wandered cautiously over, so
as to not tread on the wheat with my enormous feet. When I got to the
piece of wheat, I curiously started to dig it out of the brittle ground until I
hit something hard, it felt like some ancient clay. After I started to dig more
a mysterious head popped out followed by a shoulder until it all came out
and it was a clay Chinese soldier.
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