Squirmy the Worm

A worm gets the idea of oscillation and just moves— aimless, dirt-laced, unbothered. Regenerates its body. Takes orders from nobody. So I humbly approached a worm: “Hey worm, you seem to know a lot about this specific area of town…” She replied, “I’m Squirmy the Wormy. And everything you’ve lost— was hidden inside.” The rain poured. She turned. Kept oscillating. I shouted, “Wait! Where are you going?” She stopped. Did a 180° turn. Stared me directly in the eyes And said, “Wake up. You’re gonna pee the bed.” Then vanished. But damn, a talking worm? That’s one of a kind.