The man got up and smoked.

He smoked as if nothing had happened.

And do you like my meadow?

Hence, the smoking.

Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?

Lehman Brothers goes down, the whole lot collapses.

Do this... This is yours. From now on you smoke like this.

In the bushes, straight ahead.

You want a cigarette?

But then I realized, No, this is exactly what the grasses want us to do.

Eat grass or something.

And, well, no plowing?

But look at it from the point of view of the grass, now.

Nothing but grass was to be seen in the prairie.

I rid the garden of the weeds.

You never bring in fertilizer and chemicals?

Are you going to mow in the meadow?

Don't touch it!

Draft

Meadow?

The meadow.

Yo, Kusakabe!

And we aren't talking about it we dismiss it.

And he said, No, no, no. It was a very deliberate act.

Didn't know you smoked.

A weedlike vine found only on lego,

Facedown in the grass?

Tobacco farmer handed out cigars.

Well, some people did.

Do you smoke?

Uh, a couple of packs of any American cigarettes, please.

And the way they move? The way...

We're going to the Briar Patch.

They do this because they've stripped the soil from all nutrients from growing the same crop over and over again.

This vine winds around trees.

I was thinking that Tom could be a vegetarian. He had a cabbage roll.

Put that in play.

You think maybe he thinks the felt is grass?

If you don't finish these tasks before 2pm,

Mr. Kawaguchi, your Natural Farming, without chemicals and fertilizers without opposing weeds and bugs,

It has to be wet. woman

On the meadow?

Kingsfoil.

Kingsfoil, aye, it's a weed.

Grass, trees.