
The grassman loves to see snow is falling - from the inside of the window. He doesn't like to be outside when it's winter. He has made a poem:
No grass can grow
in the snow
that's why I say it loud:
I will not go out!
When it's winter, he looses his grasshair, but it's growing out next spring, so he doesn't care.
No grass can grow
in the snow
that's why I say it loud:
I will not go out!
When it's winter, he looses his grasshair, but it's growing out next spring, so he doesn't care.