Sunrise.
Birds chirp.
Trees exhale oxygen.
Suddenly I hear a scream.
I woman was pointing at the ground.
"A snake! A snake!", she frantically cried.
It wasn't a snake. Snakes have removable foreskin.
This creature was way too slimy and slippery to be a snake.
I know what it was. It was an earthworm; disoriented earthworm.
It dragged itself on the dry floor, leaving behind marks of its wet body.
Someone said, "Kill it!".
I didn't.
I just waited until it coiled itself, and inserted a piece of paper beneath it.
It was trying to escape off from the other side. A chill passed by my heart.
I held the paper with shaky hands, and carried it away with the worm on it. I threw it in the bushes nearby and bid him good day.
"It will come again!", my mother said.
"Not on the dry land, mom, not again... ", I smirked.
Things digging themselves out of deep-within can't panic me.
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