One pleasant Sunday morning, I was taking a stroll through the grassy hills that lay beyond my brown oak door. They were so vibrant and colorful that the dazzling sight of them simply couldn’t escape from my sight no matter where I looked. Cows, goats and sheep lumbered around merrily, grazing the long blades of grass, their bodies gleaming in the bright morning sun. A second later, I felt weird.
Why did the sun seem so distant, yet massive? And why did the sheep seem like elephants? … I thought.
And as soon as I could finish my thoughts, a massive gust of wind hit me on the chest and sent me tumbling into the faraway hills.
I looked above and saw enormous, green, swaying triangles that rose high into the sky. First I thought they were towers. But nope, they weren’t. And to my great surprise, I realized they were blades of grass! I then realized that I had shrunk to the size of an ant. Wait, no, even smaller than an ant! In fact, I’d grown so tiny that even the shortest blades of grass stood imperially above me like skyscrapers!
Then, a few seconds later, the ground shook with a mighty rumble. Approaching me was the largest animal I’d ever seen. A massive, lime green creature with gigantic limbs advanced towards me, its truck-sized eyes bulging with curiosity as it spotted me. I quickly realized that it was a grasshopper and I ran for my life! 3,368 times grass slapped me in the face and 719 times I fell over behemoth twigs, but I kept going. Finally, after an hour of running, I slipped under my door and escaped from the grasshopper. But some careless person left a spring on the ground. So I hit the spring, soared higher than I had ever been from the ground, and with a great SPLASH, I flew right into a bowl of soup.
Since that day I have lived in this ocean of liquid, drinking from an endless supply of soup, inviting bugs for playdates and swimming into its great depths. Till this day, I still do not know who left a spring on the ground. But, as it turns out, even living in a bowl of soup has it’s pros and cons!