Otter Creek What a wonderful world

Sad man with his sad little rock.

What was that all about? Connecting with nature and all its whatnots? Others liked this stuff?

He thought maybe he could start a new leaf, like liking plants and all that shit. Except, now, as he watched the rock and the grass jittering beside it all lazy and boring, he deciphered that plant people might've been the weirdest of people.

The sad man with his sad rock found his eyes suddenly peeled open at a delicate voice traversing his ears. It was then he saw a red girl, with wild green eyes and a soft face.

A soft woman, and he knew he was not a soft man. What was he supposed to do? To let her know that of him? 

Instead, he stared dumbfoundedly with an even dumber face. "Uhhhhhhhh." Uhhhh. Oh, he had not spoken in some time. How was one supposed to form words, and better yet, what words should he have used? Fu-- didn't sound quite right. "Hi."

Then, his ears flattened and he looked sheepishly at the ground with flattened lips. "Sorry 'bout that. If I'm trespassing, or whatever." For all he knew, he was. He hadn't been here before. "I can get going if I need to."