The teacher has the key
Posted on | April 26, 2010 | Comments Off
It was raining hard, that much was obvious by the sound. The flash of lightening and accompanying rumble of thunder added a touch of drama that all good storms needed. Now all that was needed was a worm in a raincoat.
Enter the Worm Guy in a yellow raincoat.
The Worm Guy (yes, a bug) stood dripping on the window sill as he collapsed his red umbrella. She stared in awe at his arrival (as she so often did) just because he was a Worm Guy and he was dressed AND he could talk.
“Good evening,” he said, as he stomped over closer in his multicolored striped rain boots. “How are you tonight?”
“I’m doing better than I was earlier” she said with a smile as she took in the full extent of his outfit.
“I have a message for you. . . The teacher has the key.” The worm shrugged as he spoke and shook out his umbrella. He looked out at the storm and asked if he could spend the night again.
She agreed and gave the same warning as before. No funny stuff. She found a washcloth and gave it to the Worm Guy, though it was far too large, and he was able to dry off a bit. She would have to come up with some better accommodations for the little guy. . .
The teacher has the key…what did that mean? ? ? She would have to figure this out. She needed some adventure and excitement in her life. Perhaps it would come to her…but first…a nap. . .
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