There is nothing on earth that compares to fresh-churned butter from milk that came out of a cow less than 24 hours ago. It's soft and rich and creamy. What Forrest makes is farm food, stuff that's designed for people who eat it and then go work in a field for hours on end.

Forrest raises an eyebrow at the pun that is the shop's name, but dutifully takes the business card, and is grateful not to have to punch the numbers in on the little keypad right now. He's a smart man, but the PINpoint is weird and foreign and makes his fingers feel big and clumsy. "Is it cars 'n trucks, or... other stuff?"