A Helping Hand

I've been pushing and shoving and hammering all morning, but it's hopeless. These rocks won't budge! "It will be a breeze," Grandpa said. "Farming's like breathing!" he said. Maybe for him, but not for me! How am I supposed to succeed at this whole FARMING thing if I can't even clear my farm for planting? Hey, wait a minute. You look like you've got some muscle on you. Would you be willing to help me out? Just until I can catch my breath.