Wiggly Worms

Puck and Yali were helping Oxbear dig up the garden that cold, gray Saturday afternoon. Some time later, Yali returned to give me an update on progress…

“I saw one wiggly worm! And he was going wiggle, wiggle! And I STEPPED on him!”

“Uh oh. Why did you step on him?”

“Because he would walk to my house. And he would say, ‘Oh, house!’ And I would say, ‘That is not your house!’ And I stepped on him! And he was so pink! And I stepped on him. And he was all icky! And I STEPPED on him!”