Is he misunderstood? Is he really that bad? Is he to be believed? Read about his infamous journey and beyond.
A funny and fascinating story to be enjoyed by children from the age of 8 years old.
- Format: Digital Edition
- File Size: 739 KB
- Print Length: 120 pages
- Published: First Edition, 26 Aug 2013
- Language: English
A snip bit to wet your appetite ……
Snotty snoring seeps through a soft salty sand bed. Some wiggling and jiggling is followed by a very long and tired stretch. A sleepy eye opens, then slowly closes. This weary young worm isn’t ready to wake.
The distant rumble of a retreated sea passes through the wet sand. Wally fidgets in his wet and warm bed just a few inches under the surface of the sand.
It’s another day in the life of a lazy worm. Wally enjoys an extra few minutes in bed. The day ahead will be the same as usual. Breakfast à la Fungi is first on the agenda for this hungry worm. This is followed by a double special of The Jeremy Rile Show. He watches the show avidly hoping to see some worm he knows on this classic reality road crash. Once Wally has lost most of his will to live, he feels ready to embrace the day. It’s a slow and boring life being a worm. Catching food and eating are essential tasks on any given day. Food foraging takes up only part of the day. Socializing is the main event and is taken very seriously in this sandy pasture.
‘HAVE YOU SEEN IT?’
Wally felt his whole body shake. Startled and dazed, he nearly jumped out of his orange skin. His eyes flickered rapidly as he desperately tried to wake up and see what the shouting was about.
‘HAVE YOU SEEN IT? … Ohhh, I’ve lost my rock!’
In his dazed state, he believed he was waking up to a crazed creature that was missing a sock or a diamond.
‘Ohh, my beloved rock … all I did was have a quick stretch after waking up and now my rock is gone!
Wally was now fully awake, he was now eye to eye with a Northern Rock Barnacle who had lost his rock. The weepy-eyed barnacle was sat on Wally’s chest. He had his hands on his shoulders and was still shaking Wally.
‘I’m awake, you crazy barnacle, now get off of my chest.’
As the barnacle slowly eased off his chest, Wally speeded the process up by shoving him the rest of the way. As he landed beside him, the barnacle immediately leapt to Wally’s side and clung to his arm.
‘Help me, help me, please help me find my rock!’
Wally looked at the bawling barnacle. ‘But you’re a Northern Rock Barnacle, what are you doing off the coast of Wales?’