Too much recycled car air, car time, car driving, car. As we stepped out, my fingers reached for a stalk of grass and slowly brought it to my mouth. Thumbs in place next to each other – a deep breath – and a huge exhale! The air was pierced with a shrill whistle…and was followed by a lot of other noises. They were such ridiculous sounds, you had no choice but to try it. Cheeks puffed and faces reddened: we sounded worse than a tuning orchestra mixed with pre-pubescent bull-frogs learning to croak. Interject laughing and gasping and – WABAM! There we are.
The hilarity of a blade of grass (November 20, 2010)In by Fannie on November 26, 2010 at 7:02 pm