Write a dialogue between a yard goblin and a yard owner. Give it a conflict.
Ben: Ah... Ahem... Sir?
Knack: Grunt. If you're going to speak, be polite about it. My title is Yr. Yr. Knack.
Ben: Yr. Knack... Could you not do that?
Knack: What? This?
Ben: Yes, that.
Knack: Nope.
Ben: What do you mean no?
Knack: It's my job.
Ben: It's my yard!
Knack: Just because you bought something from another human doesn't make it yours.
Ben: That is exactly what it means.
Knack: Not with nature. Nature goes where it wants to go.
Ben: I could report you for trespassing.
Knack: And I could report you for disturbing the peace.
Ben: Whose peace? The grass'?
Knack: Close, but no. Though you should think of not cutting their heads off every week. It makes them very grouchy.
Ben: Eh...
Knack: I'm talking about the ferns.
Ben: The ferns?
Knack: Yes, try to keep up. Plants grow where they want to grow. You keep digging them up.
Ben: And you keep putting them back. My mom wanted some. They'll be in the ground again.
Knack: But not where they chose to be. Who gives you the right to dictate nature's choices?
Ben: As a part of nature myself?
Knack: Oh no, humans were outcast a long time ago. Ever since they started wanting things. Land for themselves? Bah. The land is simply dirt and rock. It is not a thing to own.
Ben: Maybe you're right about some things.
Knack: Of course I am.
Ben: How can I make sure the ferns are happy at my mom's?
Knack: Ask them.
Ben: Ask them?
Knack: They will tell you.
Ben: How does that even work?
Knack: It worked with me.