My Little Worm

My Little Worm craved for a piece of paper that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be a different idea, to some, but not to the Worm, who felt it would be simply life. A piece of paper being the chosen thing.

My Little Worm searched for a pencil sharpener that they would often play with. It was an original suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Worm, who felt that the idea was wonderous. Honestly, a pencil sharpener is the thing that was chosen.

My Little Worm desperately craved for a bag of poop to share. This might appear to be a fairly new action, to my grandma, but not to the Worm, who expected that this idea was epic. Who would have thought, a bag of poop being the thing opted for.

My Little Worm carried a radiator to eat. It would be a fairly weird and wonderful operation, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Worm, who assumed it was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a radiator of all things.

My Little Worm desperately craved for a toilet brush that they sometimes throw. This seems to be a fairly surprising thought, to me, but not to the Worm, who assumed that it was in fact, miraculous. Remarkably, a toilet brush would be the item chosen.

My Little Worm looked for a toilet brush that they sometimes throw. This might appear to be a peculiar approach to life, to my children, but not to the Worm, who assumed that this idea is sublime. Who would have imagined, a toilet brush being the chosen item.