It was a nice day. Clear skies, moderate temperature, no wind; this was the calm before the storm. It was days like this that ended in despair. A colony of thousands, yet seemingly defenseless against these giants.
Day after day the giants stomped upon them, smashing them into the ground leaving them broken. Some would never stand tall and proud again. Others would spend the rest of their days crooked, bent beyond repair. This could not go on any longer. They needed to fight back and show those giants what they were truly up against. Clearly, continuing to grow wasn’t stopping their tyranny.
Lenny knew exactly what to do to grab the mass’s attention.
“Mower!” he cried.
The entire lawn released a cry of terror before going silent as every blade searched for where the beast had been spotted. Not only did the giants step on them like they were nothing, but they destroyed them too. Some of the blades were already pressing themselves into the ground in an attempt to save their own heads.
With the crowd’s attention Lenny quickly apologized and got straight to the point. They needed to fight back if they were ever going to end the reign of the giants. It was time to be proactive. If the giants were relentless enough to continue to trample and behead them after decades of them continuing to grow tall regardless, they needed to become just as ruthless.
“Look, I know that it takes sacrifice to fight a battle this intense.” Lenny said. “But we’re getting slaughtered by these scoundrels either way. It’s time that we call in some fierce allies.”
The crowd stared at him a moment, considering his maniacal plan. For a moment he thought he’d lost them. But then, a cheer from the back echoed throughout the lawn. And another, and another, until the entire lawn was yelling in agreement. This was the moment they’d needed. Now they just needed some friends.
There wasn’t much time. The sun was high in the sky and the giants hadn’t yet brought out the mower. They would have to be quick and stealthy. Luckily, with thousands of blades of grass, they had connections to nearly every noxious weed and prickly plant on the planet.
Thistles, dandelions, cacti, even plants that the humans didn’t seem to mind were ready to help the cause. The berries on prickly bushes were tired of being plucked. Weeds were tired of being murdered by the masses. All plants who were tired of being oppressed were invited. Their power would be in the way they struck.
The giants had no idea of the power that a plant could hold. They’d never made it known that they could move at will. If the giants knew too much, they would fear them and wipe them out entirely. So, when thorny vines began to whip them, and weeds began to sprout at the blink of an eye they wouldn’t have the resources to stop them until it was too late.
The war would start on this lawn, but when they emerged victorious, they would liberate every lawn on the block, and then in the city. They were an army of thousands; warriors ready to strike when the giants least expected it. And they would begin at the first site of the lawn mower.