The Gardener the Robin and the Worm

The gardener put on his socks and boots, his spade he went to find. He walked into the garden, when he heard something behind. A flash of red and fast movement, then he saw a head a bobbing, ‘Hello’ he said, my red breasted friend, he was talking to the Robin. The spade cut in the earth so deep, ‘Watch it mate,’ you just missed my feet. ‘Hello little worm,’ the gardener said, ‘At least I missed your little head.’ ‘How are you this bright sunny day. ‘Well same as usual really, I have no time for play. I have all these leaves to pull back under, and keep the soil conditioned. My missus is always on at me to get on with my mission.’ Well I’ll leave you too it, the gardener said, and moved a pace away. The Robin round his feet then began to play, Watch out my friend, the gardener said as the Robin nearly tripped him over Can’t you see I’m trying to dig up all that clover. ‘Sorry mate I did not see you there, even though you are so big. I’m looking for some food you know, so I’m watching what you dig.’ ‘Well be careful where you go, my friend the worm is about, ‘Oh gosh I’m sorry I just saw him and I pulled him out.’ ‘Oh no you naughty bird you see, the Worm was a fine friend to me. I wish you did not do that, Oh no look out friend here is the cat.’ The worm and Robin are now both gone The gardener is now miserable and alone He returns to the house and picks up the telephone. Yellow pages are no good nor e bay facebook or twitter No worms or Robins can they supply but plenty of cat litter He decides to put the kettle on and sits down with a sigh. The cat jumps up and scratches him, as he sits upon his thigh. You naughty cat leave me now, and go and scratch the log Oh no my friend look out now, for here comes next doors dog.