The Story of Professor Thomas who couldn't talk to girls

[Placid Dingo]

Professor Thomas was a specialist. He specialised in grass.

He and his uncle lives in a small apartment with a small yard. In the afternoons, Professor Thomas would walk up and down the yard, looking at the grass.

"Five different genus, here," he would say.

"A varied ecology of bugs and beetles!" he would exclaim.

"An accelerated photosynthetic process on the left side of the yard," he'd muse.

But, after only a month, something happened. The grass started to die.

Professor Thomas couldn't work it out. He did tests. He took samples. He looked under his shiny microscope.

The bugs were OK.

The sun was OK.

The variation was OK.

He couldn't work it out.

One day he was talking to his Uncle. "I just don't know what's killing the grass."

His uncle gave his a fatigued look. "Look at your boots," he said, "You're stomping all over it."

Professor Thomas looked amazed. "Of course!" he cried, "I was so focussed on my awareness of the system in front of me that I forgot that I WAS A PART OF IT."

[Freeky]

I like this.

[Oysters Rockefeller]

Hahahaha....nice.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

This is really good.

[Placid Dingo]

Thank you.

[navkat]

Thank you for this lovely little lemon-drop today. <3.

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This has a very "Zen Without Zen Masters" quality to it.

I like it.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Dingo, may I repost (with attribution)?

[hirley0]

Thank you.

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WHOM i oppose. its the stupid voters { whom in my opinion Just vote Max'$
Precisly the wrong way - ) How now brown cow (Tom M.N.)

[minuspace]

Awesome!  I focused so hard on changing the last line's meter, I finally realized it worked just fine the way it was 

[Placid Dingo]

Dingo, may I repost (with attribution)?

Woo! Shit yeah. Just to Placid Dingo is fine. Thank you.

And again, thanks all for feedback. Appreciate it.