They think they're safe growing under the shining sun and basking in the cool rains. That the world is theirs and the sky is the limit. They're wrong. I have to show them that this is my land they are living on. My soil. My earth. And I only need one tool to do it.
I rev up the mower and shift it into gear. It drives over top of them, the spinning blade cutting them down, chopping off their heads, flinging their severed green appendages into the air. That will teach them to rise on my turf...until next time.
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