You find the body of Jimmy Hoffa in amongst your wheat. You are forced to discard %d%% of your wheat.
The roofs in some of your silos leak. %d%% of your wheat has sprouted. Oh well.
You feel like being a good guy today, so you give %d%% of your wheat to an orphanage. (brats!)
Ickmach forsutia worms have invaded your land. You donate %d%% of your on hand wheat for the manufacture of worm-poison.
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.
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%%.
Pests and critters of all kinds swarm over your fields and storage bins and eat up %d%% of your wheat.
A grass fire destroys %d%% of your crops and silos.
%d%% of your crops are wiped out by a terrible thunder storm.
