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Don't Try To Grow Up Too Fast
Don't Try To Grow Up Too Fast
by C.D. Brinker
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The worm wiggled his way up and out of his burrow. He squiggled out into the grass, enjoying the day only the way a worm could. He was headed nowhere in particular, but found himself wiggling towards a blossoming apple tree . . . with a nest. A birds nest. Wherein was a young bird that spotted the worm squiggling through the grass.
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The bird tweet-tweet as his belly began to ache with hunger. It had been so long since he had a fresh, plump, juicy worm. Tweet-tweet sang the bird, for he wanted the worm. And so, with his beady, little eyes, he focused on the worm and prepared to strike. He sat back, flapped his wings vehemently, and then leaped into the air. Valiantly, the bird soared towards the worm which wiggled and squiggled through the grass. But as the bird had no feathers, for he was merely a baby bird, he plummeted suddenly to his doom.
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The worm continued to squiggle.
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Copyright © 2010 C. D. Brinker
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