Mommy’s version on the story based on the Boy who cried Wolf

 

Home Sweet Home

by Wilmien Davis

 

            Squiggling through the leaves in the compost heap, William Wormie were looking excitedly for something fun to do on this fresh Spring day. Since the first fresh Spring showers, he has been looking forward to move his cold-blooded body around in the hope for an adventure. “Steady now son,” his father warned him that morning, “don’t go too close to the surface, you never know what might be lurking there waiting for a snack.” William quickly replied, ÖK, I will be careful,” while wondering what strange creatures might be in the outside world. Instead of being afraid, he was curious and longed to get a glimpse of the feathery and fluffy creatures his fellow slimy wrigglers were talking about. Slowly William, who was a curious young worm, moved through his breakfast of old leafs and left a trail of fertile compost behind. He ate his way through the soil, slowly moving closer and closer to the surface, because he loved the warmth of the soil where the Spring sun was baking down on the earth.  His curiosity increased. “I will be careful, but I need to learn more about life from the world above,” he mused as he wondered what the feathery and fluffy creatures will look like. 

 

            Carefully he poked his head through the top layer of soil, blinking his eyes against the bright sunlight, which he is not used to.  William wondered if a feathery creature could be similar to the old fern leafs down in the compost heap. Dreaming away, he felt a slight breeze brushing against his head. “What was that?” he pondered, while he carefully lifted his eyes higher up to investigate his surroundings.  “Help!” he squeaked. Although there were no creature about, William got a fright when he spied a fern leaf waving in the breeze, because he thought it might be the feathery creature his father warned him about. William has only ever seen dead fern leafs, never green, alive ones, therefore it was something foreign to him.  Without hesitation, all the worms close enough dropped their composting activities and wiggled as fast as possible to his aid. They grabbed the tip of his tail and pulled him deeper into the compost heap. His mother was able to observe the feathery leaf and realized that was what he got scared of.  “Son, we warned you about the outside world, “she soothed him, ‘luckily that was only a fern leaf that gave you a fright. “William felt very foolish about his mistake and decided to be even braver. Again he poked out his head and instantly called for help again as a fluffy dandelion seed waved into his eyes.  Grudgingly the worm colony came to his aid and he received a strict warning from both his parents. But unfortunately William was not very wise. The third time he poked his head up to the surface, a sharp object grabbed his neck and started to pull him out of the compost heap. “Help! Help! Heeeee….” he whimpered. This time none of the worms paid any attention.

 

            “Oh please, please help!” William’s cries got desperate. William’s mom decided to peak out and she saw a hadida trying to pull William out, whole he desperately clung to a root. In a hurry she grabbed on to him and cried to the rest of the family for assistance. Powerfully the hadida was able to pull William out, but did not reckon on his determined family, who will not let go of their beloved William.  Pulling harder and harder the hadida strained and suddenly fell backwards on his back, because William tickled his mouth with his head and was pulled free by his family. When the worms fell to the ground, the slithered back as quickly as they could to the safety of the compost heap.  William was saved. He decided that it is worthwhile to listen to the advice of his parents, because home is the best, sweetest place for a worm to be.

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