See this nice long grass that I am happily munching on? Get a good look, because the next photo that Mum takes will look different. Some people came over yesterday, they had noisy machines, one was pushed along the grass, the other was a long thingy that Mum called a weed whacker. I was very offended by the noise, the smells, and the fact that they were cutting my grass. So now, the grass is all short and, and, well just plain short. Luckily they missed a few little spots and there were some long pieces left behind. What made this somewhat ok was that I met three nice girls who are the daughters of the lead mowing man, too bad I was all upset about the shortening of my grass and I was not in the mood to be my usual friendly and amicable self. I hope they forgive me for my shyness, if they return under quieter circumstances I promise to be more welcoming, since they seemed to like me. I usually try to greet my fans warmly.
