The earth has just been saturated by a quenching spring rain, and little _____ is playing apparently by herself, crouching close to the grass-water-mud. She never considers herself to be alone when outside, and here the earthworms wriggling to the surface in escape from their water-logged homes serve the role of companions quite satisfactorily. She gingerly lifts them from their watery fates, and strokes them, speaking to them as a mother soothes a tear-soaked child. However her tenderness is soon to be forgotten, as a few robins touch down before her. Now, not only does she immediately turn her attention to the more appealing guests, but holds their potential friendship in such high esteem she is willing to forgo her relationship with her little wormy friends, and quickly decide to provides the robins with an enticement into amity. In this hope, she tosses her cradled crawlers, now transformed to tasty treats, almost frantically to the birds, calling all the while, “Here, robins! I have food for you!”.
This may be interpreted in a number of ways as I apply it to my life today, and hopefully now I give more worth to worms than as my entertainers and would commit no such despicable equivalent act. But what I will point out that I believe resounds in my life today is that I am ever catering to higher --
-worms in the leaves, saved
-major crisis
-newt
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