Her Nervous Worm

Her Nervous Worm desperately looked for a set square to put on his head. It would be a bizarre undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Worm, who assumed that it was in fact, wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a set square would be the thing that was selected.

Her Nervous Worm desperately craved for a teapot that they sometimes throw. It is a somewhat surprising action, to my dad, but not to the Worm, who had decided it was wonderful. Strangely, a teapot is the thing to choose.

Her Nervous Worm desperately needed a painting of a melon that they sometimes worship. It should have been an odd thing to do, to many, but not to the Worm, who felt it was breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a painting of a melon was the thing that was selected.

Her Nervous Worm always had with them a cup that they liked to rub on his belly. One might say this is a strange exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Worm, who expected it was sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a cup would be the item that was opted for.

Her Nervous Worm desired a big sponge that they would sometimes experiment on. It should be an exciting proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Worm, who assumed that this idea was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a big sponge was the item that was chosen.

Her Nervous Worm craved for a custard pie to insert somewhere. This could be considered a fairly unusual idea, to me and my children, but not to the Worm, who assumed that the idea was entertaining. Honestly, a custard pie was the thing that was chosen.