Your farm fails. You're crop-busted. Next gig: Yes, sir. Luggage is in the trunk. La Guardia or JFK?

You struggle year in and year out, but you eke out a living and don't have to work in an office.

You run your own farm and it does ai-ight. You are comfortable and you're your own boss. It puts your kids through school so that they can lead a better life...or just run your farm better.

You manage your own farm and have a new "hot" crop—pluots. (These are hybrid plums/apricots, and sell in the store for twobucks each.) You are so successful that a big conglomerate comes to buy you out. Which is just peachy.

You discover oil under your apple field. Boo-yah. This is really going to put the "cash" in "cash crop."