PROPS:

A tent peg and costumes. Costumes could be constructed out of long pieces of thin foam with holes cut for the face and painted green, or green lengths of cardboard, or actors could dress from top to toe in grass-green clothes. Green face paint could also be used.

BUFFALO:

(Holding back) Oh, my aching back!

CLOVER:

(Trying to be encouraging) Chin up, Buffalo. It can’t be that bad!

COUCH:

(Grouchy) Oh yeah! Two children obviously didn't jump on you this morning!

CLOVER:

It's a part of our job, Couch!  We’re lawn grasses, for goodness’ sake! We were designed to be jumped on!

BUFFALO:

(Removes a tent peg from his costume) And spiked with tent pegs! Ouch!

CLOVER:

You are both such whingers. Where's your spirit? We do this for the Creator, you know.

BUFFALO:

(Rolling eyes) We know, Clover. But sometimes, I just wish the Creator hadn't let humans invent lawn mowers or swing-sets. Being lawn is so painful sometimes!

CLOVER:

But what about the glory we'll get when we go up to the Great Lawn of the Creator? We'll be so beautiful, so luxuriant, so green, and there’ll be no choking weeds, no tent pegs, and we'll never need mowing again!

BUFFALO:

(Sighing) Sometimes it seems more like a myth than a reality!

CLOVER:

We're grasses. We were made to look good, feed and protect the soil, give off oxygen, absorb heat and carbon dioxide, be tough and durable and be a home for billions of mini-beasts.  We are really important to these humans and even more important to the Creator.

COUCH:

We also get jumped on, spat on, sat on, and what about the time the kids left the hose on for two days? You were the one complaining about soggy roots!

BUFFALO:

Yeah! And you forgot backyard cricket, football, and totem tennis. Not to mention cats and dogs! (All cringe, and make faces)

COUCH:

Oh phew! Please don’t mention cats and dogs!

CLOVER:

I know it’s tough being lawn grass, but the Creator didn't say it was going to be easy.  Look, if we stick this out, help each other to keep the faith and try to be the best lawn grass we can be, then when it's all finished, all that painful stuff will be gone forever! (Points up) He promised and he never goes back on his promises.

COUCH:

I guess you’re right.  I’m sorry. I've been a bit depressed since being jumped on this morning. (Starts doing some twisting exercises) As soon as I work these kinks out I’ll be fine.

CLOVER:

Yes, you will.  We’ve  got everything we need. Good air, good soil, rain and sunshine, the occasional pot of cold tea leaves... (All go into raptures and rub their stomachs saying ‘mmmmm - yum’) He is good to us, you know.  We have a lot to be thankful for, despite humans.

BUFFALO:

No hope, no glory!  At least we know exactly where we're going, and even if I have to break my back, I’m never going to give up believing the Creator.

CLOVER:

Way to go, Buffalo.

COUCH:

Let's play stretch.  Tallest one gets the most sunshine! (Stretch, freeze, then exit)