A Mist Over a Plate Does Require Cleaning Asap

A mediocre mealworm was sat on a hill eating a sandwich and drinking some tea when along came an elongated machine with a red face and elastic eel ears which pinged and ponged. The mealworm was confused. Surely not here he thought. It only occurs elsewhere. But elsewhere is neither even, exact or existential. It is to be said that the tunnel the meal worm then dug spread out under ground for several acres. No screws were needed. Just dig dig dig. In fog in sun in snow in hail basically all weathers. Now safe to sip homemade barcadi which had steeped in preparation for this day. Turboprop opera drowned out the booming from above. And the little dove sang sweetly as he supped his well deserved beverage. Feral fragrance frankly feels funnily fished. And after such a hard days work of sitting on that hill the mealworm could laugh and laugh at the chaos above safe in his chambers and surrounded by female earthworms in their bikinis. No ha no x and no z. Representational