Summary: The little blue worm was a temp and didn't catch Sarah before she took the path straight to the castle. This one came to me in a bout of extreme feminism brought on by dealing with teen-aged boys. Let me just say this: BIG KISSES TO ALL THE MATURE TEEN-AGED BOYS OUT THERE!
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Had it been anywhere else but the Labyrinth, the sight of a man talking to a little blue worm would have been reason eough to call the men in white coats. As it was, it was still slightly unusual for Jareth to have a reason to converse with the little creature.
"You have a very simple job here! Help them get in if they ask, and make sure they don't take the left path. Is that so hard?", Jareth ranted.
"No, your magesty.", came the subdued reply.
"Then tell me why exactly you thought it was a good idea to let your husband sit in for you today?", Jareth bit out.
"Well, your majesty, one of the little ones was down with a nasty bug. My husband just got over it, and we couldn't risk him catching it again, so I stayed in with the children, and he took over for the day."
Jareth felt some of the steamgo out of his anger.
"Alright. I can understand if the little one was sick, but from now on either find a good baby-sitter or a decent temp or I'll find a replacement myself!", Jareth warned before vanishing in an amount of glitter that would make a three-year-old proud.
The worm wandered back inside her home and informed her husband of what had happened, which caused him to wonder who would sit on babies and why anyone would want them to.