Flobberworms: Their Exciting Existence
A/N: Don't even ask. It seemed like a good idea at the time. This is supposed to be humor, but Carl seems to think that its angst.
Disclaimer: Thankfully, neither Cassie or I own flobberworms. Harry Potter and company belong to J.K. Rowling. Thank you, and have a nice day.
The Story of the Flobberworm
The wind screamed past me as I rose higher and higher into the air, carried by a massive bearer of grief and destruction that had held doom for so many before me. I knew I was a goner.
Hullo. My name is Gray 3-2521. However, you may call me Carl. I am a flobberworm, among the last of my kind. I live in a glass prison where, everyday, many of my kind are buried…whether dead or alive. And now, I was facing my own doom. My jailkeeper stared me in the eye. I was going to die.
"What a bore," said my captor, and dropped me back into my prison. I lay on the soft soil, devastated. My fellow flobberworms, even my wife Blue 6-3054, would not come near me. Even though I had escaped death for now, there was still the chance that I had been infected by a very contagious disease called…Humanitosis.
My friend, Red 7-1439(I called him Bob), was the first to catch it. He was infected with humanitosis when he was handled by the evil pink-skinned demons. Bob, too, was thrown down as I had been, but he did not survive. He slowly began to turn a sickly shade of peach and then, one day, he stopped moving. He had died, leaving two hundred children without a daddy! Excuse me one moment as I cry.
I slowly inched my way back to my lettuce home. I nibbled on the green wall, a plan forming in my mind of how to gain revenge on the evil pink skinned demons.