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Well. It was about time that this school started behaving in a sensible fashion. Unlike most of his fellow students, Dwight was thrilled at the odd turn of events. Yes. Marriage was most agreeable. Sadly, it could not be to Angela, but a Schrute always looked towards the future!

Heading to tent 23, he was even more ecstatic to find that not only would he be given a wife to produce suitable Schrute offspring, but he had a whole beet farm! Yes! Total score.

Unbeknownst to him, his bride(s!) had already arrived. But Dwight was much too busy setting up a few things to go inside and look! First of all, there were three flags in his front yard. The first (and tallest) was American. Because that was the country of his birth. The second was Scottish. Because that was the country where he currently was. And the third was Dunder-Mifflin. The greatest paper selling company in the world (tm). Also, he had a fresh outfit, complete with a new bonnet waiting. All Schrute women were beautiful, of course, but there was no reason to dress like it.

When his wife (wives, though he didn't know it!) wandered outside, they would find Dwight shirtless, wearing khakis and suspenders and a hat, hoeing rows for his beet seedlings. There was much work to do if he was going to fulfill his dream of opening a beet juice stand!