Grandma Green strolls out her back door, so very excited to do her gardening. Today, something seems and looks different. Everywhere Grandma looks, there is an uncountable number of bright yellow large dandelion heads greeting her. These weren't here yesterday, Grandma Green is thinking. The bedlam begins to ensue that morning when Grandma Green swears she hears someone speaking to her. The really strange and unexplainable part is that this voice is coming from down low, near her gardening galoshes