TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME. Olive was 130 years old. She was a farmer. Her family had always been farmers. They had always had rolling, endless feilds (field? S?) full of golden corn that tasted like life. That was her family history. Then one day. They noticed the bills. Taxes, that is. Many Papers Of Sums They Owed. BILL$. To be unsubtle about it. So they started selling bits of their land. Not all of it, mind you. Just enough to end meets make. If you what I mean know. And so. Years passed, as they tend to do while people are awake.