Tortoise Cat blurs her head cleverly

Tortoise Cat: That MONSTER CRITTER "Racowlly Dog" -- I fear -- might trespass here again! I'm still scared, Chameleon. But the Big One is unconcerned!

Chameleon: That mysterious mid-night encounter happened in a dream, Tortoise Cat. You, the Big One, Raccoon, Owl, the Dog Next Door, and I were all dreaming up a storm together, within the energy clouds of a powerful thunder and lightning storm blowing over, along with an unsung host of giant to tiny nature-dreamers that live around here, though all our versions varied.

Tortoise Cat: But what happened on the back steps then, really?

Chameleon: Just the usual blur of everything, everywhere happening at once, Tortoise Cat.

Tortoise Cat: OK, I'll blur my head and shake the dread.

Tortoise Cat tiptoed through tulips

Tortoise Cat: The cat-grass is lusher than ever!

Chameleon: No one shows up to pull weeds anymore. That's why.

Tortoise Cat: The Big One said weeds are food. There's a long, long, long while of some big, big meals, and more for later, then, Chameleon.

Chameleon: For me, too, Tortoise Cat, this green hideout offers an ongoing feast, on the crawl (or on the fly).

Tortoise Cat: But the Big One said we'll be moving west near the end of this best-ever Cat-Grass Season. Why? Here's purrfect.

Chameleon: But the Big One hasn't learned to purr yet.