Easily avoided

Fog encapsulates a dewy grassy field
and I wander sluggish through the mist
Droplets sitting on grass, pearly white
against misty green, wetting my hems.
Some lady with a gun shows up, yells,
aims for my head but the smell of her
tasty brain has given me warning, so
I move, and take just a nibble, just a tiny
nibble
and then I have a friend wandering the
misty field by my side, and if only we'd
made a little more tea this morning, all
this could have been avoided.

Make more tea, people.