Me: Is that a spring in your step, Hank, or are you just happy to see me?
Hank: Out of my way. I'm on a mission.
Me: Sounds suspicious. What are you up to?
Hank: I don't have time to explain myself. Could you move, please?
Me: Would somebody please tell me what's going on?
George: Can't you hear it? The grass is growing!
I took their word for it and followed them down the trail to the back 40.
Lucy: It's coming from over there.
Well, I'll be darned. They were right.
We're still a long way from green pastures, but hope springs eternal.