Browns Into Greens

The worm had made it, evaded all controls arrived, fresh and alert and looked around. They'd placed him there, among the lettuces and leeks, a thousand acres of fine greens, oh, he would thrive and stay alive! Midmorning came, the little man turned on the water, a fine mist to freshen up the greens, it caught him unawares, he fell, was swept onto the vinyl floor where fibers of a giant mop preside. By afternoon he found himself, in sorry state of health and mood, inside a drain behind the store. Surrounded by a thousand acres of gray soapy scum and pastes of dirty brown. It was, he mused, the way of things, and he would now perceive all browns as greens.