Wormboy

His mother saw her little worm squeeze through the door of their dirt home he wiggled, stretched, she saw him squirm upon his head a brownish dome. 'And where might YOU', she said to him 'desire to elope to slyly? ' 'Up to that treeline, at the rim', said junior softly and quite shyly. The mother thought for one brief second remembering that weird disaster which happened there, when freedom beckoned to her own mate, her earthworm master. He had ascended to the range where cooling breezes blow you dry and thought it rather odd, well strange as he observed those beasts that fly that none of them paid scant attention to him who looked so fat and plump they seemed to hold a bird convention so Master worm sat by a stump unwrapped the sandwich he had brought was just about to take two bites when he looked up, as he'd been taught to watch the show of aerial kites. He never heard the howling sound a buzzard doing superspeed the sandwich dropped onto the ground (would later nourish one green weed) , and beak and worm were thus united into the stomach he descended and never ever was he sighted in Wormwood Valley, where he ended. So mother worm did one great wiggle propelled her son into their lair the boy had time for one quick giggle he did not think this treatment fair. So later when his mother slept he quickly left, no steps were heard that evening his mother wept up on the ridge, a happy bird. So, if you are a little creeper it pays you to obey your Mum 'cause after all she is your keeper, and little worms are rather dumb.