From the perspective of a cricket, write about a new season's lawn being mowed. Use the first-person perspective and place emphasis on survival skills and confusion. Use less than 400 words.
system
From the perspective of a cricket, write about a new season's lawn being mowed. Use the first-person perspective and place emphasis on survival skills and confusion. Use less than 400 words.
user
As morning turned into afternoon, the dew had evaporated, and the sun began to bear down on the grass. It was the first really warm day of the season. The tops of the blades were getting too hot for my taste, so I slunk further down toward the soil. Here, it was shaded and cool. I had just nodded a polite "hello" to a few ants when an overwhelmingly loud noise started.

As a cricket, I know a thing or two about noise and vibration. My legs can create many different notes, and my communication increases or decreases in speed with the temperature, but this noise was constant and monotone. It was louder and closer than any other noise I'd ever heard in my short life, and it was growing even more so.

Suddenly, the sun disappeared, and the noise was directly overhead. It caused a tremendous rumble. I slunk down even further into the safety of the tall grass, but the grass appeared to be cut in half! My antennae felt a strong gust, but as quickly as the monster had approached, it retreated. The grass was now barely long enough to cover my body. With the noise still in the distance, I hopped a couple of feet to the side and found longer grass in which to hide.

Only a few minutes later, the sound approached again. Once again, I hunkered down to the soil, and the grass above my body was sheered off and shortened. The monster retreated and I moved, again, towards the safety of the longer grass. The afternoon continued in this way for nearly an hour, pushing me into a corner of the yard near the wooden shed. There, I found safety inside a ceramic pot and prayed that the monster only had a taste for grass and not pottery. 

Soon after, the noise stopped. I assumed the monster had gotten its fill of vegetation. There was a rumble, a rattle, and a clink-- but it seemed the monster had fallen asleep after its extremely large meal. Too scared and exhausted to leave my protective shell, I took a nap to recover enough energy to create a nighttime sonata.

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From the perspective of a cricket, write about a new season's lawn being mowed. Use the first-person perspective and place emphasis on survival skills and confusion. Use less than 400 words.</s>
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As morning turned into afternoon, the dew had evaporated, and the sun began to bear down on the grass. It was the first really warm day of the season. The tops of the blades were getting too hot for my taste, so I slunk further down toward the soil. Here, it was shaded and cool. I had just nodded a polite "hello" to a few ants when an overwhelmingly loud noise started.

As a cricket, I know a thing or two about noise and vibration. My legs can create many different notes, and my communication increases or decreases in speed with the temperature, but this noise was constant and monotone. It was louder and closer than any other noise I'd ever heard in my short life, and it was growing even more so.

Suddenly, the sun disappeared, and the noise was directly overhead. It caused a tremendous rumble. I slunk down even further into the safety of the tall grass, but the grass appeared to be cut in half! My antennae felt a strong gust, but as quickly as the monster had approached, it retreated. The grass was now barely long enough to cover my body. With the noise still in the distance, I hopped a couple of feet to the side and found longer grass in which to hide.

Only a few minutes later, the sound approached again. Once again, I hunkered down to the soil, and the grass above my body was sheered off and shortened. The monster retreated and I moved, again, towards the safety of the longer grass. The afternoon continued in this way for nearly an hour, pushing me into a corner of the yard near the wooden shed. There, I found safety inside a ceramic pot and prayed that the monster only had a taste for grass and not pottery. 

Soon after, the noise stopped. I assumed the monster had gotten its fill of vegetation. There was a rumble, a rattle, and a clink-- but it seemed the monster had fallen asleep after its extremely large meal. Too scared and exhausted to leave my protective shell, I took a nap to recover enough energy to create a nighttime sonata.
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