My Colourful Worm

My Colourful Worm carried a block of cheese that they would often eat. It should be a fairly astonishing suggestion, to many, but not to the Worm, who assumed that it was in fact, entertaining. Honestly, a block of cheese was the thing that was selected.

My Colourful Worm desperately needed a cup that they would often embrace. It should be a weird thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Worm, who felt that this idea was epic. Strangely, a cup being the thing opted for.

My Colourful Worm craved for a mug that they would often drop. It would be a fairly new activity, to my dad, but not to the Worm, who assumed that this idea is simply life. Who would have imagined, a mug would be the chosen thing.

My Colourful Worm searched for a pencil sharpener to hug. One might find this to be a weird idea, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Worm, who assumed that the idea was spectacular. A pencil sharpener being the chosen item.

My Colourful Worm craved for a piece of paper to put on his head. It would be a fairly surprising approach to life, to some, but not to the Worm, who expected that this idea was exciting. Honestly, a piece of paper would be the thing that was selected.

My Colourful Worm carried a sack of potatoes that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It is considered to be a curious undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Worm, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was epic. Honestly, a sack of potatoes would be the thing that was selected.