If Grass Could Talk

Two blades of grass stand beside each other in a farm field among many other blades of grass. Everything is quiet.

"Do you ever really take the time to look at people?"
"No. I don't have eyes."
"You know what I mean."
"No I don't. I don't have a brain."
"Just shut up and listen to me."
"I can't. I don't have a mouth."

Everything is quiet again.

Now, if grass could stop being so damned literal and have a real conversation.

"Do you ever really take the time to look at people?"
"I don't like to look up. Makes me dizzy."
"But you've noticed their arms, right?"
"Only when they grabbed Jimmy."
"Yeah. That was a sad day."
"I miss Jimmy."
"Me too. But anyway, have you ever wondered why we don't have arms?"
"Not really. I've never wanted to pick anything up."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"I wanna pick stuff up all the time."
"Well...tough luck."