Two brown earthworms squirmed around in an apple they had been inside of for their entire almost-month-long existence. The normally sparkling red apple had turned into a brown pile of mush that could be likened to a pile of cow manure outwardly, besides its few red pieces of skin that appeared in bits in pieces mostly on the top and bottom. .
The apple seemed to be almost ready to fall off the tree from which it grew, when one worm remarked to the other, "Perhaps it is time to leave this apple and move on. Warm air no longer fills the mornings and sun rays often hide behind clouds, we must find shelter and see more in this world than this grotesque apple we can hardly feed ourselves on.".
The other worm did not reply. He enjoyed bathing in the brown slush of the apple. Sometimes an apple is everything to a worm, you know. The world around him was of no meaning, or perhaps he was unaware that the world even existed beyond this simple fruit. He was content with this sick apple that would soon have no purpose, and in fact, would soon deteriorate with the fall's fervent coming. .
"Did you hear me?" asked the first worm in a choleric tone. "Let's get out of here!" .
The dogmatic worm would not budge. "Why should I leave this place? There's nothing in the world better than our apple! Our world is the apple.".
"Nonsense," the worm eager to leave replied. He had discovered by now that there truly was more to the world then the only thing he"d ever known: the now completely rotten apple. Thus, the worm left behind comfort for something uncomfortable, and he found an even greater world. .
After hours of slowly making his way down the bark of the old tree he had resided on since his birth, his body hit the ground. He felt wet soil for the first time and let the moisture sink into his body like a warm bath. He basked in it for awhile, knowing he was content with the world he would be able to discover. Quickly, the worm forgot about the apple he once thought was everything.
