There was a blade of grass. Not a particularly special blade of grass, though for the sake of simplicity we will call it Bentley. This, of course, is absolutely ridiculous, as blades of grass would never have proper names as they are unable to speak. In any case Bentley could not see or hear and thus was entirely unaware of the large contraption cutting nearby blades of grass at an alarming rate. Eventually it was Bentley's turn.
"WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE."
"Excuse me?" Bentley was rather surprised to hear words coming from his being as anyone would if they had been blade of grass for an indeterminate amount of time.
"YOU HAVE DIED. YOU MUST CHOOSE THE FORM FOR YOUR NEXT LIFE."the unassigned voiced bellowed.
"I'm dead?" Bentley said, shocked but not really all that shocked.
"YOU ARE. AND YOU MUST--"
"Choose the form for my next life, right..." Bentley found the unassigned voice to be rather tiresome. "Anything I want?"
"INDEED."
Bentley thought for a good amount of time, then said "You know, I really enjoyed that last one. Can I do that again?"
"AS YOU WISH. YOU SHALL BE REBORN AS A BLADE OF - hold on, really?"
That was a rather drastic change in tone, Bentley noticed. "Is that a problem?"
"Well it's just that you've been that for the last million or so reincarnations. Wouldn't you rather be something else"
Bentley considered this. As a blade of grass, all he had to worry about was photosynthesis and such. He didn't see why he would need nor want to be anything else. "Fairly sure, yeah."
"Might I enquire why?"
"Well I been a blade a million or so times so it must be pretty nice."
"Very well then. IT IS DONE!"
And so, Bentley was, once again, a blade of grass. And continued with photosynthesis and such. And it was nice.
