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Once upon a time, in a land of average lawns and mildly concerned gardeners, grass decided it was tired of just sitting there being green and alive. It wanted more. It wanted to be human. Grass: "You know what? I bet I could totally pull off being a human. I mean, I’ve got the color and the… the flexibility... kinda. Yeah, this is gonna be great." So, one sunny day, Grass made a deal with a shady-looking rock. It didn’t know what the rock was, but it had a vibe that screamed "I know how to make stuff happen." Rock: "You want to be human, huh? Yeah, sure, I can do that. But it’s gonna be a little weird." Grass: "I’m willing to take the risk. Do it." Suddenly, with a crack and a poof, Grass transformed into a human, but it was a little off. Its skin was all leafy and its hair was... well, grass. Not to mention, it had no idea how to walk. Grass (now human): "Oh no. Oh god. What is this? Why is everything so... up? This is horrible!" It tried to take a step, but it just kind of wobbled and fell flat on its face. A confused bird flew by and chuckled. Bird: "Yo, you look ridiculous. I thought you were grass, not a pancake!" Grass (still human): "Shut up, bird! This is my dream life!" But Grass was growing tired of being human. It was hot, it couldn’t photosynthesize, and it was constantly being stared at. It missed the good old days of just chillin’ in the dirt. Grass: "Wait… hold on. There’s gotta be another way to do this." So, in a moment of confusion and extreme poor decision-making, Grass decided to do the only thing it could think of. It became water. Grass (now water): "Well, this is... wet. But at least I don’t have to walk anymore. I just float! Float forever... forever…" It flowed around for a bit, feeling totally different—like it was going through a whole identity crisis. Pond: "Hey, Grass, is that you?" Grass (water now): "Yeah, it’s me. I’m water now. Is that weird?" Pond: "It’s kind of sad. You went from a fresh lawn to… well, a puddle." Grass (water): "I regret nothing. But also, I miss my leaves. And I miss being able to talk. But hey, at least I don’t have to deal with humans anymore. Right?" And with that, Grass just kept flowing, constantly questioning its decisions but too soggy to care. End.