Sobbing sounds came from the crowd.

You seem to be abandoned on a garbage island, without anyone's respect or care.

"Please eat the last bit of food, or else you'll become the sheep eaten by wolves on the grassland!"

This time, no one ignored the flight attendant's words.

"Shall we... eat?"

Someone raised a question but soon fell silent.

"Let's eat, let's eat."

"Become the happiest sheep on the grassland."

"Free and unrestrained."

The cabin seemed to be breathing on its own, and each person who had eaten the grass could faintly hear such voices in their ears.

You suggested that everyone should share the grass cake evenly.

With over thirty people, each person only received a small piece, not much at all.

Now everyone understood that the grass had a great temptation for them on this flight.

Even the scent it emitted could disturb everyone's judgment.

Even the most determined person couldn't help but eat the grass in such an atmosphere.

You reminded everyone to stay alert after eating it.

Perhaps, this was the only way to survive.

With a solemn heart, everyone ate the grass cake.