Once just a regular talking patch of lawn, Sherry was cursed after somebody spilled a Pumpkin Spice Latte on her roots. Now she can't stop glaring at everyone like they owe her $5. Her eyelashes are actually just other blades of grass wearing mascara. Nobody knows who applied her lipstick.
She spends most of her time sighing loudly whenever joggers pass by, ruining picnics by blowing into people's potato salad, and telling children that they'll "never make varsity." If you step on her, your phone battery automatically drops to 2%, we aren't yet sure how.
Sherry is the town's angriest citizen. She loves gossip, hates (HATES) lawn chairs, and will absolutely heckle you if you say "touch grass" unironically. On weekends, she sneaks into yoga classes just to whisper "you're doing it wrong" and then accuse people of farting.
She is grass, she is cursed, and she is inevitable.