I went for a walk.
It is a normal thing for me to do and I do it once a year
that I retain strength in my legs.
On this day's annual sojourn I found myself in need
at almost a full city block distance from my
I raised my head and was quite delighted to see that in a
few brief paces I would be rewarded with a refreshing
interlude in a convenient bus stop waiting station.
It provided partial shelter from the elements with glass
walls and ceiling above. I settled myself on the wooden bench
I was alone, and when such solace is mine it grants me
time to meditate and to conjure up visions in my mind's eye of
images and conditions of a Para-reality. I thought of pilgrims
on their way to Canterbury and how they may have enjoyed such
had one been so conveniently provided?
I closed my eyes and imagined that I was a king seated in
a crystal palace. I was a monarch that was about to give
audience to my many subjects that would vent their grievances
While meditating on what I could expect this day I was
sharply alerted to my pending duties by a crisp loud bark.
My eyes opened wide and there before me on the sidewalk
lay a solitary barking earthworm. He was stretched in
subjugated servitude to his full extent. I mused that not all
of his observed fealty was in respect for me but rather more
so to his failed journey across the dry concrete.
I gave him a knowing look of reassurance and was greeted
with a series of loud barks. as if he knew full well of my
wisdom and benevolence. So vociferous was his response, that
each resounded off the glass walls of my palace panes.
I considered, why the sharply punctuated felicitations,
and why had he chosen me to hear his passionate
Suddenly, the reason for his distress and the
solution thereof came to me.
I wisely ascertained that he was barking because he could
not reach the cool moist earth that would envelop, protect,
and nourish him.
With noble grace, I arose from the mercy seat and gave
him the last understanding gaze, and without further
hesitation or regard for my kingly station I stepped forward
less than a gauntlets length and raised my right foot and with
the noble boot thereon,
I stomped that mercy seeking worm into a flattened meaty
I looked down one final time and observed that one end
was wiggling still. Having no idea whether it was the barking
end or the wind breaking end, I directed one final stomp upon
Entirely gratified by my experiences on this yearly
pilgrimage and the benefits that I would derive from my wormly
I went home.