Making My Point

I don't care if you don't want me to sit in the garden bed. I am sitting in it.  And not looking at you (in case you didn't notice).
You might try pulling some of these weeds out of here, anyway.
So maybe I'll just sit in this other bed, then.
What, you don't like that either?  Hm, well, let's see what else I can do.
What have we got here, some deli food for me?
Ok, so it wasn't for me.
Now what?
I guess if I can't sit inside the garden beds or eat your deli food, the only place left for me is this dirty compost-gathering crate.
There, I'm fine now.
Perfectly fine.
I'll just lie here until...  "FLOSSIE, WHAT THE-- YOU'RE GOING TO POKE YOUR EYE OUT ON THAT STICK!"
Person is so dramatic sometimes.
Oh well, at least I made my point.  We're still not sure what that is, but I made it.