I have evolved beyond you, Mmmmmm Campbell O’Pine thinks about his green cousin Grassy Knoll standing beside him. Eyes, hands, head, feet, torso… *everything*. You cannot understand the forest and the corresponding part of the night sky if you don’t change. You cannot cling to the one movie role forever. It was only a 15 minute spot for Christ’s sake!
“Do you see it yet, Opp?” the green being asked of his blue cousin. For that’s what everyone had been calling Campbell since childhood.
“I *think* so. But the lights are so bright here. And maybe change angles. How about the other side of the porch?”
“No, it’s still no good Grass.” For that was what Grassy liked to be called these days. He’s trying to grow up a bit more and wants this reflected in his name. Like a Billy evolves and becomes Bill.
“They’re looking for me,” Grass reveals, staring over at Opp with offset black pupils.
“Who’s looking for you, Grass?” Opp then laughs and shakes his head. “That’s just the weed talking.”
“No it’s not,” replies Grass firmly. Not wanting to go through the whole rigamarole about the Big Eye in the Sky again, he turns his attention the other way. “You do know that Gypsy has a telescope right over there. We could use it.”
“That’s not what we’re doing, Grass. This is naked eye viewing. *No* attachments. No telescope, no microscope. Not even a magnifying glass.”
“Who started this club anyway? Was it Jim? Or Bob? Jim knew Bob or Bob knew Jim?”
A cool wind passes through Opp, making him shiver. “I… I can’t remember. Let’s go back inside and drink some joe to offset the wack. You notice I haven’t called you Grassy one time tonight.” And then Opp thinks: that’s the one thing that *has* evolved. He gives him a quick look-over once more.
Grassy’s such a good guy and is trying so hard with the woods and the sky, he concludes. Maybe he has a chance after all.