The God of Worms


My nine-year-old was up early and already outside this morning by the time I got back from walking the dog. He was crouched over the sidewalk picking up the earthworms that were crawling across it, and placing them back into the grass.
I stopped for a few moments to watch the Worm Rescuer at work He moved slowly, speaking softly and coaxing them into accepting his help. “It’s going to be okay, Just hang on and we’ll get you back into the grass and the shade. The sun is coming and it’s hot and you’ll get cooked on the sidewalk


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