The old farmer came into town for the first time in years. One of the astonishing sights he saw was a bright shiny grocery store. He wandered in, doubt and cynicism on his face until he spied a pile of boxes labeled "Powdered Milk". He stood there amazed at the thought of never having to tend to his cows, no more early rising to feed and milk them, no more cutting hay, no more shoveling the manure out of the barn. He went on and stopped at a dispaly of powdered eggs. He thought about how much he would like to get rid of his laying hens. He would just keep a few chickens for meals. He would no longer have to defend the stupid birds from foxes and coyotes, no longer have to gather the eggs every day, no longer have to clean out the hen house. He wandered on, wonder in his eyes, till he saw a display of baby powder. He looked at it and said, "Nope! The old ways are best!"