When you sit still I cannot easily see you. I don't want to eat you, but I'm more likely to step on you if I can't see you. I'm also more likely to mow you down accidentally.
Thankfully, when that loud machine with the whirring blades gets close, you usually twitch, and I can stop it and chase you off.
The tall grass may make it easier to hide from predators, but when I'm mowing, you have more to fear from me. Trust me on this -- go to the SHORT grass.
I haven't a notion why you are so fascinated with that large machine with the whirling blades when the blades are still. You seem to want to get close to it -- maybe even under it. NOT A GOOD IDEA.
I think there were at least 2 in the front, 3 in the back, and 1 in the circle. I think there still are.
With apologies to Brenda S. and Jane M., the following stuck with me for the last half hour or so:
If you value your life and your hoppy-toad limbs,
In God's name, keep away from the mower!