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When I was three I had an obsession with worms. I simply couldn’t keep myself from digging and sifting through dirt to uncover my prized little friends. I would spend hours upon hours in the hot summer sun with a dirt-covered face, just to obtain a single smile possessed by attaining a beautiful worm.
To me there was nothing better, until the day a painter came over. I was told the he didn’t like children and to leave him alone, but naturally being an impatient child, I disobeyed my mothers harsh orders and waltzed up to him. I bluntly asked if he would relocate himself somewhere other than my favored dig site.
At first he stared at me in confusion and after three or four blank moments he chuckled. He replied yes and walked around the house. Before I could set up camp he had returned with an overflowing bucket of precious worms. He said that he used them for this thing called fishing. As I had no idea what it was, I asked. He explained how he would jab a hook through a worm, attach the hook to a string connected to a pole and would use this to catch fish.
I was utterly flabbergasted. How could one plunge a piece of metal through a cute, friendly worm, then feed it to a scaly monster in water? So at this I shrieked and ran away. After he chased me down to apologize, he offered take me to a pond to find more worms that we wouldn’t feed to fish. Out of pure impulse I agreed.
A few hours later I accompanied Mr. Luster the evil painter to a thickly wooded park with a pond in the center (the prime grounds for worms). For hours we dug and caught hundreds. This was heaven, my perfect world, all to myself and a mound of glorious worms.
This all came to an end when a green creature rudely bounced through my pile of worms. Before chasing after it I asked the clot of worms if they were all right. Their silence indicated to me that they had been hurt and needed me to find the mysterious thing for questioning. I bolted from my place determined to find the alien, and while doing so ran straight into Mr. Luster who had the alien calmly sitting in his palm.
I asked him what it was, and he told me it was a frog. Upon further inspection I decided that it was far more intriguing than I had imagined… I had found my new vice.
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