Grass, a Children’s Story
March 13, 2014 32 Comments
In celebration of spring, I dug into my archives and pulled out this story that I think would be a cute children’s book. If grass could talk, what would it say?
I am a blade of grass.
You might not think that’s such a big deal, but I have a very important job to do. My job is to be a soft place for you to run on.
Being a blade of grass has its ups and downs.
One of the drawbacks is that it’s hard to stand out from the rest of the grass. After all, we all look the same, don’t we?
Just one thing, though: If you happen to be one of those kids, please make sure you catch the fly balls, because it hurts to be hit by a baseball.
(But I guess that’s better than when the kids play soccer. A blade of grass can’t really jump away from a rolling ball.)
Lawn mowers don’t scare me as much as you would think. Really, they’re just loud. And I can stand to get trimmed every now and then.
In the summer it’s nice having the sprinklers cool me off from the hot sun. Sometimes the grass around me doesn’t get any water, so they turn yellow from being too hot.
The whole time I could smell fruits and deli meats and fresh baked cookies! (We grass blades have a very good sense of smell.)
When I could finally see again, birds swept down from the sky and stole food crumbs from all around us.
I wonder where all that food came from.
I’ll tell you a secret. As a grass blade, I don’t like dogs.
Dogs leave such big messes! So please, the next time you bring your dog outside on the grass, bring a baggie. I would be grateful.
You know what makes me sad? Sometimes, when it’s bright and sunny outside, no one comes out to play. I’ve been told that that’s because all the kids are inside their houses watching TV or playing video games.
Things could get pretty lonely for a blade of grass.
And if you do happen to come out in the rain, don’t step on all the worms. Even though they look like ugly giant monsters, they really are quite kind and help us grow.
But when the rain and the leaves stop falling from the sky, the air gets colder and every night I get frozen. I’m not as soft as I was in the summer. Now I make sort of a crunch sound when I’m stepped on. No one enjoys playing on something that’s cold and crunchy.
The park is empty for months on end, and even though I’m surrounded by other grass blades, they’re frozen just like I am. So it’s extra quiet outside in the park. Even when the frost turns to snow we all just keep to ourselves and try to get warm.
When I sleep during those cold winter nights, I dream of sunny days and children playing in the park. And when it’s still and quiet all around me during the day, I even long to hear a dog bark. But all I can hear is the soft wind stirring in the snow above me.
But soon, the snow begins to melt away. The sun shines and I can see fellow grass blades standing up from the snow one by one. Suddenly, standing out from the others doesn’t seem so important, and I’m glad we all made it through the winter together.
And maybe I’ll see you coming out of your house to play.
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