<|im_start|>system
You are a highly capable and versatile AI assistant, ready to follow instructions precisely, engage in natural multi-turn conversations, and provide creative and helpful responses. Adapt your tone and style as appropriate for the user's query.<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>user
Rewrite this song as a dramatic short story

I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin’ for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty tired
I had come a long, long way
I said, “Hey, hey, in there
Is there anybody home?”
I was standin’ on the steps
Feelin’ most alone
Well, out comes a farmer
He must have thought that I was nuts
He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts

I fell down
To my bended knees
Saying, “I dig farmers
Don’t shoot me, please!”
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout
“You’re that travelin’ salesman
That I have heard about”
I said, “No! No! No!
I’m a doctor and it’s true
I’m a clean-cut kid
And I been to college, too”

Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of
La Dolce Vita
I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad
And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had
He said, “What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell?”
I said, “I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well”

Well, by the dirt ’neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn’t lie
“I guess you’re tired”
He said, kinda sly
I said, “Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove”
He said, “I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove
Just one condition
And you go to sleep right now
That you don’t touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow”

I was sleepin’ like a rat
When I heard something jerkin’
There stood Rita
Lookin’ just like Tony Perkins
She said, “Would you like to take a shower?
I’ll show you up to the door”
I said, “Oh, no! no!
I’ve been through this before”
I knew I had to split
But I didn’t know how
When she said
“Would you like to take that shower, now?”

Well, I couldn’t leave
Unless the old man chased me out
’Cause I’d already promised
That I’d milk his cows
I had to say something
To strike him very weird
So I yelled out
“I like Fidel Castro and his beard”
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin’, “What’s that I heard you say?”

I said, “I like Fidel Castro
I think you heard me right”
And ducked as he swung
At me with all his might
Rita mumbled something
’Bout her mother on the hill
As his fist hit the icebox
He said he’s going to kill me
If I don’t get out the door
In two seconds flat
“You unpatriotic
Rotten doctor Commie rat”

Well, he threw a Reader’s Digest
At my head and I did run
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun
And crashed through the window
At a hundred miles an hour
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers
Rita said, “Come back!”
As he started to load
The sun was comin’ up
And I was runnin’ down the road

Well, I don’t figure I’ll be back
There for a spell
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel
He still waits for me
Constant, on the sly
He wants to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and stomp
Thankful as I romp
Without freedom of speech
I might be in the swamp<|im_end|>
<|im_start|>assistant
As I grow tired and more hungry, I know I must find somewhere to stay. I notice a farmhouse ahead, so I decide to stop by and see if they have any extra rooms. I knock on the door and shout, "Hey in there, is anyone home?' I stand alone on their front steps. After a few seconds, I hear a rustle from within the house. Soon, the side door bursts open and the farmer runs out and points a rifle at me. I drop to my knees and plead with the farmer, "No! I like farmers. Don't shoot!" He readies his rifle and shouts, "Are you that salesman who has been running around here?" I hurriedly reply: "No, no, I'm a doctor! I'm clean-cut! Just graduated college!" Just then a gorgeous young lady steps from behind him. She says, "Hey there, I'm Rita." From the looks of it, she's his daughter. I immediately try to calm her dad down by complimenting his farm on how pretty it is. He asks, "What do doctors know about farms?" I respond with, "I was born at the bottom of a wishing well." He studies me before saying, "You must be kinda tired." I reply, "Yeah, I've driven 10,000 miles today." A silence fills the room before the farmer speaks, "There's a bed beneath the stove. You can go to sleep right now on 2 conditions. Stay away from my daughter, and milk the cows in the morning." 

In the middle of the night, I hear something. It's Rita. She says, "You must be dirty after driving all that way. Do you need to take a shower?" I grow uncomfortable. and decide it's probably best I go ahead and get out of here. I can't leave unless the farmer kicks me out, since he's expecting me to milk his cows in the morning. I have to say something that he definitely won't like. I shout out, "I like Fidel Castro and he has a very nice beard!" Rita looks surprised and takes a step back. Soon, I hear a thump from upstairs. It's the farmer rushing downstairs shouting, "What did you just say?" I repeat myself as he swings his fist at me. I duck, causing his fist to swing right into the ice box. Upon contact he shouts, "You better get out of here right now!" He throws a book at my head and I somersault out of the window as he grabs his gun. I land in his garden of flowers before taking off down the road. As I run I glance back to see Rita shouting for me to come back. I can't go back there now. Even if Rita has moved away and now works in the city, That farmer is still out to get me. He is always on the lookout, and if he ever does catch me, he'll probably try to turn me in to the FBI. I might be in the swamp if not for freedom of speech.<|im_end|>
