T-weed is mimicking royals in any given monarchy in which their actions are depicted in 3rd person utility speak which seeks attention. It's kind of charming. Dad's work took us to a small town in West Texas one year in which tumbleweeds disengaged their roots and bounced around in the wind after their lives dried up. The plants took on a life of their own, and I recall being mesmerized by the playful though simple to and fro bouncing of the charmed tumbleweeds everywhere. The above cannot hold a candle to the enchantment of tumbleweed driftings if you ever have the pleasure of their annual displayings.