Brawl on the farm

I stood in front of the house and ranted angrily. Before that, I tore off a flag.

"People! How could you vote for this Mr Beetle?" Although Tim and I ourselves voted for him.

"You, calm down! In four years, choose another," told me.

"Four years? In four years, he will ruin the whole country!"

The train stopped at a half-station near the farm.

"Your ticket?" the conductor asked me.

"They are not sold at this stop," I replied.

This train was heading south.