Short Fiction: Tarzan and the Plant people

Tarzan and the Plant People

Tarzan had noticed the strange thing. People were vanishing. The people employed to cut grasses that might easily be grazed short by a hundred animals, we're vanishing. The grasses, freshly cut of greystoke manor's extensive lawns, piled themselves high, and in shapes as large and reminiscent as the largest of the gorillas, and when they desired to be in places new, they blew through the air as though the rip of some powerful wind had carried them to a new position. Their movement corresponded to a strange pattern that shifted in the presence of any beast. Now as Tarzan, the lord of greystoke clung to the back of the carriage driven along the road, he watched as the grasses following him chased the carriage, shifting and positioning to take the shapes of the great apes of his far away land he hit upon an idea that somehow... somehow they listened to his memories.
Tarzan howled. And the horses drawing the carriage increased their speed along the road. And again a great pile of grass blew across the lawn under its own power, piling itself like a great gorilla by the road. It was likely this strange creature was in its unexpected presence on the grounds of greystoke evidence of some larger calamitous event plaguing the world beyond greystoke manor, yet he, Tarzan, could only deal with this. What was needed? What could Tarzan do that would end this calamity? A thought.
Tarzan howled. His summons reached far beyond the grounds of greystoke manor to the distant wilderness. Birds. Thousands of them heeded his call and took to the sky.
Tarzan howled. The carriage turned rather than continue on a path that would have taken it into the heart of the village beyond the manor grounds.
Tarzan howled. The sky above greystoke manor filled with flocks of birds. Tarzan watched now as birds flew over greystoke in varying directions and the grass that moved and formed of its own accord now struggled with the flow of white birds overhead. What thought dominated the mind of thousands of birds as they passed overhead in their great flocks? Tarzan could not truly know, but he had considered birds to function and converse with their own affairs. Sufficiently that the grasses that fed on Tarzan's thoughts might be distracted by thousands of birds sharing one thought. And there it was. Tarzan watched as some energy separated from the stilling grass. A silver-white flicker in the grass piled high. Was that the strange and unexpected visitor to greystoke manor that had created chaos?
Tarzan howled. The light flickered toward him struggling to become a bird and Tarzan reached within the carriage newly halted and retrieved a jar with a lid.
Tarzan howled. At this summons the flickering light settled in the jar.