The Roly-Poly Earthworm
(a bedtime story written for Bailey Bunny Bing Brook by Memaw)
Once upon a time in the land ‘under the porch’ lived a little brown worm. He was a lovely little worm, all sleek and shiny and long. And he was a happy little worm… except for one thing. He worried about things. One of the things he worried about was why he looked different from the other members of his family. He was sleek and shiny and long, and they were all tiny and grey and small. They could curl themselves up into little balls. And although he could curl himself up also, he could never curl up as tight as they did.
One day when he was lying around in the dirt ‘under the porch’ with his grandma, Mrs. Roly-Poly III, he looked sad. His grandma, who couldn’t bear to see anyone sad, asked him what was wrong. Willy (that was his name) just put his head down and mumbled something that Mrs. Roly Poly III couldn’t understand.
“Willy,” she said gently, “You know you can tell me anything. If something is bothering you, please tell me what it is so I can make it better.”
“But it’s silly, Grandma. You will laugh at me if I tell you.”
Moving closer to Willy, Mrs. RP III whispered to him, “Sweetie, I’d never laugh at you for any reason. I love you. I might laugh with you if we thought something was funny, but I’d never laugh at you. And if something is wrong, I’ll do everything in my power to make it right. Do you believe me, Willy?”
“Yes, Grandma,” he said, “I do believe you… and I love you too.”
“Then tell me, Sweetie, what’s bothering you?”
And he did. He told her how he had always wondered why he looked so different from the rest of his family. His grandma looked at him and smiled. “Oh Willy,” she said, “There’s a simple answer for that. Let’s go over to ‘the big garden’ and I’ll explain.” So, Willy and his grandma inched their way out form “the dirt under the porch’ and worked their way over to ‘the big garden' where the dirt was darker and very nice.
“This place is great, Grandma. How come we haven’t been here before?”
“Well, our people have lived in ‘the dirt under the porch’ for generations. We don’t travel too far from home. But I knew you would like it here.”
“Why is that, Grandma?” Willy asked. “Why did you know that I would like it here?”
Mrs. Roly-Poly III smiled and said, “Sit down, Sweetie, and let me tell you a story. Do you know the ‘big people that live in the house’ connected to the porch under which we all live?”
“Yes, there’s a lady, a man, and a little girl.”
“That’s right. And our story begins with that little girl…
One day a long time ago, on a Sunday morning, that little girl was playing in the house when she spotted a tiny critter inching his way across the floor. He was very small and all alone and the little girl felt sorry for him. So, she picked him up very carefully and took him outside on the porch. She didn’t want him to be alone so she put him in ‘the dirt under the porch’ where she knew us Roly-Polys lived. That little critter was you, Willy. We took you in, cared for you, and came to love you very much. But the truth is, Willy, is that you’re not really a Roly-Poly, you’re actually an earthworm.”
“An earth worm!” Willy cried, “What’s an earthworm?”
“Well,” his grandma said, “If we sit here in ‘the big garden’ long enough, you’ll see.” And sure enough, after a bit, there came along a whole string of earthworms, sleek and shiny, long and beautiful, gliding in and out of the soft garden dirt like fish through water.
“Wow!” said Willy, “They’re beautiful!”
After the worms had passed, Willy’s grandma said, “Willy, your Roly-Poly family love you very much. But we have always known that one day you might want to move over here to ‘the big garden’ where the dirt is better for earthworms. Do you want to do that now?”
Willy sat thinking quietly for a little while. Finally, he said, “No, Grandma, I want to go back home with you to ‘the dirt under the porch’.”
Grandma Roly-Poly III smiled happily and said, “Then that’s just what we’ll do. Maybe later when you’re older, you might want to come back to ‘the big garden’.”
So, Willy and his grandma returned to their little home in ‘the dirt under the porch’… where all his Roly-Poly family waited for him with open arms.
And Willy wasn’t worried anymore. He had learned some important things:
2. That he was loved!!
3. That if you’re worried about something, it’s best to tell someone who loves you!!
|Mrs. Roly-Poly III|
The Odd Little Duck
(written for my grandkids by Memaw)
Once upon a time in a little Hollow in the Wood, an Old Owl sat on a stump of a tree. He was very old and tired, and his feathers had already started to turn gray. The winter was over, and everything was becoming green again. But the Old Owl's bones were aching, and nothing looked as good as he remembered it.
A small voice replied, "I don't know. It's awfully nice in here. It's warm, and cozy, and --"
At this point Mama Duck was trying to feed him, which was difficult since he was more interested in seeing everything, and not very interested in eating. "As I just told you, little ducks have to hatch, they have to eat, and they have to go to the duck pond," fussed Mama Duck.
But just then, the little troop of marching ducks was passing right by the Hollow where the Old Owl sat on his stump in the Wood. The others marched right on by without even a sideward glance. But Little Duck stopped short in his tracks.
"Yes…” said the owl, trying to be patient, “…and just what is the question?"
*** THE END ***