Daily Prompt: It Builds Character

Tell us about a favorite character from film, theater, or literature, with whom you’d like to have a heart-to-heart. What would you talk about?

“Hello Mrs. Angloswiss.”

“Who’s talking?”

“It’s me, your favourite character of the day, just look down.”

“But you are a worm and I did not request a character from a horror film, or one of those animal films. I wanted Brad Pittt, Al Pacino, Antonio Banderas, even Bruce Willis would do, being a Mr. Swiss lookalike.”

“Sorry they were all gone when you awoke from your golden oldie sleep. They are now siting in a comfortable chair and telling all their fans all about it. In some places they are even invited to a meal in a flashy restaurant.”

“But you are a worm, I don’t want a worm.”

“Be glad you have a worm, Mrs. Angloswiss. They were thinking of sending Godzilla or The Blob. At least I am a living thing.”

“Yes, I noticed. Stop squirming all over the place, you are leaving a trail of slime.”

“At least it is genuine slime and not that stuff that those prominents are spreading in the homes of the innocent daily prompters.”

“Who did my friend Marilyn get.”

“I am not allowed to say, she hasn’t uploaded it yet and it would spoil the surprise.”

“You mean she got a real living thing.”

“Now don’t add insult to injury, I am also a real living thing. There I was squirming around in the garden and suddenly I see myself confronted with a foot. I looked up and saw a t-shirt with WordPress on it. The foot moved closer and a voice said, “Your time has come or you will become a flat worm. Go to Mrs. Angloswiss and give her an interview.”

“So you just did what they said. You have not even been in a film.”

*Excuse me, my grandfather was the inspiration behind “The Lair of the White Worm”.”

“He was white?”

“Not exactly, he lived in a bag of flour and the colour sort of stuck. It was only when he discovered grandmother that he decided to move into the earth. Now and again I might have a brother or sister that is white, but they are now dying out.”

“You are very long.”

“WordPress only choose the best. They have lots of worms in their archives. They breed us  and now and again let us squirm if it serves the purpose. Just like today. They said that Mrs. Angloswiss was running out of ideas for her daily blog, so they sent me, knowing you would be a succour for a photo of a giant worm.”

“How could they know. I only saw you this morning out on the porch.”

“But you took my photo. Do you want me to sign it.”

“You have no fingers to sign with.”

“But I could do a slimy track on the photo. And now your time is up, I should be going back to the hole I live in. I have more valuable work to do than speak to a human. We have to digest decomposing material, so it’s back to WordPress.”

He’s gone, did I do something to deserve that visit, although I must admit it is the third time I was marked for an interview. I wonder who got Brad Pitt.

WordPress Daily Feline Prompt: The Feline Transporter

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to kittenhood.

“No definitely not, I live for today and do not dwell in the past. What about you Tabby?”

“What’s past Fluffy? Although I do remember the smell of the cat nip I had a few minutes ago.”

“That is something different Tabby. Catnip remains, you even want more. Any stuff left?”

“No Fluffy, we will have to wait until one of the human dealers decides to let us have some. But there is a smell in the air that reminds me of something. Yes, I know, it is potato chips.”

“You mean those crispy things that crumble. I don’t know what you find so interesting in that smell Tabby. Mrs. Human says you make a mess because you just lick them and do not eat them.”

“Who cares what a human says, I am feline and that is important. Potato chips have a sort of flavour that is indescribable.”

“Everyone to their taste Tabby. I love yogurt. Mrs. Human used to give me yogurt. I would lick the dish until it was empty.”

“Another human trick Fluffy. I would not touch that yogurt, beneath my dignity.”

“Why?”

“Fluffy after a visit to the vet we were given a dish of yogurt, but I soon discovered the trick.”

“Which was?”

“Didn’t you notice the little crumbs in the yogurt. Mrs. Human was spiking the yogurt with some sort of stuff the vet gave her. I think they had the mistaken idea that we had worms.”

“Oh yes, worms are tasty Tabby, but I didn’t find any worms in the yogurt.”

“Of course not, the worms are your passenger, and Mrs. Human decided to give you a tablet to kill them.”

“Aha, but I never saw a worm and who cares.”

“Mrs. Human cared it seemed.”

“Don’t you have worms Tabby?”

“No, and neither do you. They developed something new. They put it on the back of your neck and it spreads in your fur. Another secret device for killing our passengers. Very sly, I cannot even reach the back of my neck.”

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WordPress Daily Prompt: Word Association

Write down the first words that come to mind when we say home, soil, rain

It had been raining in the garden and the soil was laying bare, the gardeners were working on it.

“Hey Fred what’s going on” said one of the worms that usually lived in the soil.

“Don’t know Joe, looks like we no longer have the grass roots to worm our way through.”

“But Fred, we are open to the perils of the upper world. I can see the crows gathering already.”

“No problem Joe, they are not interested in a worm when they can crack a few haselnuts. What worries me are the blackbirds, they are the sly ones. I think we will have to make a dive for it into the underworld.”

“Hi boys, what are you squirming about?”

“Dolores dive, hide, the top of the world has been removed. We are exposed and Joe said the blackbirds are gathering.”

“Oh, but look over there, I can see a patch of ivy. Let’s go hide.”

“That’s not a good idea Dolores, the snails took over under the ivy a long while ago and they do it all themselves. You know, reproduction, baby snails and all that.”

“Hey Fred, that is nothing new, we can do that as well and much better. I bet you that we can produce more of our kind than the snails in a week.”

“Yea, but they are bigger and have shells. No, I ain’t going in any bush where the snails live.”

“What’s going on, what’s all the excitement?”

“Hi boss, I was just telling Dorlores and Joe not to go where the snails are in the ivy.”

“No-one is going anywhere. This is our home and we are staying.”

“But the lid of the world has disappeared, we will be eaten by a bird.”

“Then do what worms do and worm your way out of the problem. Start eating and bite the earth. Use your brains, you have enough. Your bodies are full of them.”

“You mean”

“Yes of course. We are not worms for nothing. We get buried in the soil, down deep. We are the kings of the underworld and no-one can beat us. Fred, Joe, Dolores you should be ashamed of yourself. You have the brains of a snail. They just hide in their shell, but we carry on regardless. The soil is even our daily food.”

“But I can feel earth tremours, something is happening.”

“Ok, then dive for it.”

Suddenly there were no worms to be seen, they pushed their bodies deeper in the earth and found that the boss had a good idea. After the earth was digested Fred decided to have another look at the roof and it was there again.

“Hey boys and girl, come and have a look, the grass is back.”

“Of course it is” said the boss. “Humans have to have their nice green lawn to show everyone. They call it gardening. So let’s worm our way through a few roots and have fun. Meet you all in the Underworld later. Looks like it might start raining so we should go hide.”

“Yes boss, we all know what happens when it rains on us worms, it turns into a real wash out.”

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