Once upon a time way back, there were always meadows with grass on them on top of every mountain. A mountain looked as if it had rocks way up there but really way up there there was always grass and the grass always made it look elegant and it was nice.
Grass is always the most elegant more elegant than rocks and trees, trees are elegant and so are rocks but grass is more so.
And here way up there was grass and it was going on and on and it is so much harder to climb up and up and up on grass than on rocks and under trees.
And to carry a blue chair way up there on and on through the grass because grass is steep steeper than rocks are, it was a very difficult day that day and that was the way Rose went on her way.
She had to what else could she do she had to see it through getting up there to be all the way there and to sit on her chair.
And when you are walking on grass it is harder to see where there is. And anyway what did it say. The grass did not say anyway, it was green and nothing green ever has anything to say.
Rose knew that that is why she always did prefer blue.