Sent Outside

"MOOOOOOM mom, I am sorry. Please don't send us outside. The grass field is sure to eat us. Fine. Chewy, it looks like my 'using my outside voice' inside has gotten to mom so she is banning us to the grass fields. My advice, keep your hands to your side and if you are being taken by the grass, use the code word 'help'."

" Chewy! Keep your mouth closed. The grass fields are smarter and meaner than I thought. They'll try and make their way into your mouth and reach down your throat to your heart, because everyone knows grass doesn't have a heart. HELP, my face is getting wet...it must be their acid spit I've read about. We will be sure to melt. Why does mom want us to die like this? If we live through this, we'll tell mom we'll play the silent game and stay out of her hair."