Fern sat on the edge of a grassy field, watching the river flow by with a tricking sound. A swift breeze ruffled the grass on his skin. He laid back on the grass, sighing. The sun in the land of Ooo felt nice and warm, and his body soaked up the sunlight to photosynthesize.

Fern wished every day could be quiet, and uneventful like this: without anyone on his back, or calling him "grass Finn" or a "grass clone" of sorts. He let out a wistful sigh, clenching and unclenching his fists. "Mmm..."