A Paragraph for a Setting

Brown, dusty, and dry. A tall, lean boy ambles out of a car onto the dusty and solid ground and scanned the area. All he could see was nothing but wheat. Long, steady, tall stems of wheat. As flies flew around his head like a little mechanical plane buzzing next to his ear, he wandered out further into the farm, stepping in a big pile of fresh cow manure. While attempting to wipe it off, he spotted a tiny, ant-like shack in the distance. His legs are like pasta, flipping everywhere he walks. Watching where he was treading, a dangerous god dragging his dead dinner back to his doggy den across the path, he just kept walking. At last, he arrived at the shack. It was small but inviting. His new home.