Poor Tabor inherited this field from his great great grandfather, whose last dying wish was that his field never be left unplanted or barren. Unfortunately, he was a pretty stupid old man because Tabor doesn't know the first thing about fields or planting or even really eating or breathing. When Tabor found out he owned this field, the first thing he did was go and stand in it for about three hours. Then, when the ground around his feet started getting muddy from all the drooling, he decided to lie down and sop up some of the mud with his own body. That's how much he cared.