The Bird and The Worm

A simple conversation

“Good morning, Mr. Worm, and how are you this fine morning?” asked The Bird.

“To be honest, terrible,” said The Worm. He looked up and realized he had no escape route but down. “Woke up on the wrong side of the dirt, you might say.”

“Well, that’s terrible, Mr. Worm. But you peeked your head out of your hole bright and early this morning so you must have some reason to be happy.”

“Not really. I was actually trying to avoid being seen by you today.”

“But why would that be, Mr. Worm? I wouldn’t harm you. You’re a nice worm, the nicest of the nicest.”

“That’s not what my friends have said. But unfortunately, they’re no longer around.”

“What happened to them, Mr. Worm?”

“You had them for breakfast after the last storm.”

“Oh, but that was different. There were so many to choose from when their worm holes filled and they were just roaming the streets and sidewalks, aimless and disoriented.”

“So, this time is different?”

“Oh absolutely. You are home, defending your family. I am on your turf now.”

“So then, why haven’t you snatched me to be food for your babies?”

“As I said, I’m not like that, Mr. Worm. I’m not like that at all.”

“Well, Mr. Bird. I’m not taking any chances,” said The Worm and he disappeared into his hole for the day.

Moral of the Story…for the Birds: Don’t talk to your food; eat it.

Moral of the Story…for the Worms: Don’t talk to your enemies as if they were your friends.

Moral of the Story…for Humans: Birds and worms probably don’t speak the same language.