Worm Guy and his new gift
Posted on | April 27, 2010 | Comments Off
She’d had a long day accomplishing a whole lot of nothing when she heard the news that Worm Guy (yes, a Bug) had gone to visit the Art Teacher. The Art Teacher said he’d been behaving himself and she even had time to crochet him a poncho. (She wondered how long it would take to crochet a miniature poncho anyway.)
Well at least he’s being taken care of which is more than she could say she did for him. She still hadn’t found him proper accommodations. What was she supposed to look for? A Barbie bed would be too big. Perhaps something in a dollhouse size would do. What was she talking about? This was absurd. The fact that she even had a talking worm spending the night was ludicrous, let alone one that would arrive next time in a poncho. (Although truth be known, she was sure it was a lovely poncho and was probably going to want a matching one of her own.)
It seemed quiet tonight without the worm to talk to. She was feeling a bit lonely actually. She missed him. Wow, what did that say for her mental health status?
She listened as she played another one of her musical scores and dreamed about how nice it would be if her dog would talk to her too. Perhaps she was asking too much. He probably wouldn’t have anything nice to say and imagined him cursing her out for this or that. He always acted more macho than his 7 or so pounds could back up.
She kicked back and imagined Worm Guy in his new Poncho sipping tequila with the Art Teacher. . .what a day.