%d%% of your crops are wiped out by a terrible thunder storm.
A grass fire destroys %d%% of your crops and silos.
Pests and critters of all kinds swarm over your fields and storage bins and eat up %d%% of your wheat.
An icky green slimy substance has been found covering portions of your wheat and silos. The affected wheat had to be discarded. Your losses amount to %d%%.
Little yellow crawly things were found in some of your wheat bins. You had to burn %d%% of your wheat to stop them from spreading.
Ickmach forsutia worms have invaded your land. You donate %d%% of your on hand wheat for the manufacture of worm-poison.
You feel like being a good guy today, so you give %d%% of your wheat to an orphanage. (brats!)
The roofs in some of your silos leak. %d%% of your wheat has sprouted. Oh well.
You find the body of Jimmy Hoffa in amongst your wheat. You are forced to discard %d%% of your wheat.
