The Battle of the Worms

There was a bright shinny day, relaxing and vegetative in The Apple Tree. The apples were maturing, carnal red, draining the nature’s sap, and the birds were singing the same old riddle:  ‘Alma, Alma, come and see, who’s the most apple in the tree?’

Happy life in The Apple Tree..apparently.

There was also a good worm Jack, and a bad worm Vinnie. Jack was friendly and fun, many times fuzzy and hazy when into too much apple juice. Vinnie was not much of a Winnie but full of the pooh! He liked the smuggling, the scramble and the bully. Thanks Alma there was enough apples for everybody, so they were living a peaceful life of constant feeding, merely interfering into each other’s territory. Until that bright shinny day…That day the apples were tastier than heavenly manna, and the birds were singing their loudest cords, and the leafs were accompanying with their highest back vocals, powered by the whistling of the wind…That day the life in The Apple Tree seemed to have reached the Absolute!

But then and there in the jaws of a bite, life turned to Obsolete! The good old Jack got wasted on the apple juice once more, and mumbling and bobbling from one apple to the other, started craving to the neighbor’s apple sack. And he jumped in, and drifted and sank, as dumb as a slump, because he didn’t look before he leaped…There he was, Vinnie the slick, waiting in the shadow, polishing his apples of temptation, eager to fire up his guns, to bully, to scramble and finally to smuggle the apples and The Apple Tree!

Oh boy! Buckle up and prepare yourself, for the battle of the worms!