Gardening Day had come. The grassblades had known it was coming, had prepared for it as best they could, digging their roots deep. Now, as the Human approached, they clung to each other and whispered last goodbyes in case they didn’t have time to say them. The fear of every blade was being uprooted by the Huge Gigantic Shovel, pushed down and down into the soil until the chlorophyll drained from their veins and they perished, all alone in pressing darkness.
John Blade and the love of his life, Abilene, were on the very edge of the flower plot, where the Shovel would wreak its havoc among the poor doomed weeds and stray blades that grew there. He clung to Abilene, hoping with all his figurative heart that today would not be the day.
“If I go,” he whispered.
“Don’t say that,” Abilene said, pressing close to John as the sound of mighty footsteps d