Wormy

Out hunting, Uncle David and I walk together, looking for worms. Actually, one worm, named Wormy. We make up stories about him, his relatives and his adventures. During the colder months, we see him less often. He must have gone to Wormy World in Florida for the winter. In the kennel, we see the first worm of the spring. He’s back! Aunt Loren doesn’t tolerate our silly running joke, and so denies us our fun: “that can’t be the same worm.” We glare at her, “of course it is.” After this, we never speak of our little friend ever again.