Today, because it was such a beautiful (finally) SPRING day, I went for a walk. About every 10 or 15 steps, I noticed a worm, either dead and gone or heading that way. These poor worms...who are they kidding? They'll probably NEVER make it to the other side.
Sometimes, when I see a juicy, slimy, writhing one, I'll stop to see if there's any hope left. Is he frying already? Is there any chance? I may pick him up and toss him over in the grass, doing my best to preserve his life. He (or she) is probably thinking, "Great, lady! You just tossed me back to where I was! Now I have to start all over!!!!"
I found one close to my house, and decided to give it a whirl to the other side of the grass, way down deep close to the dirt.
I hope he (or she) makes it.
HOLLA!
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