Madness string 331

Random mermaid
Here the grass is singing, sigh of wind that brushes the grains... no cricket hops in this dry grass, no insect stirs. There is no life, only the dry grass singing.

Talk to people in their language: watch to what they respond, if they respond to reason, then use it... if they don't respond to words, and only tantrums would do, then a tantrum is warranted.