"You have to do it, Allen," Alex chuckled lightly, "It was apart of the bet. I won the fishing festival, so you have to. You can't break your promise."

"Can't you have me do something else? Anything?" he complained, "Why this?"

"You would have had me do the same thing. Now stick your hand in."

Allen glared at the farmer, "You're going to get it for this." He took a deep breath before sinking his hand into the bucket of worms she was holding. He shivered at the slimy feeling of the worms. He wanted to vomit.