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Lake Landscape
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A small worm poked his head into the air. The wind was cool. The dirt felt fresh. Tall grasses were everywhere! He poked his little body along the dirt, little pebbles rubbing against him, and then came across a little grasshopper.

It wiggled him into the air and looked at him appraisingly. Its beady green eyes were glowing. 

“I shall take you home with me,” the grasshopper said.

“And we will play the violin!” he thundered.

The worm was lifted into the air, draped across the grasshopper's shoulders, and then it suddenly hopped dozens of feet into the air, in springing steps that kept flowing throughout the grasses. The worm’s eyes widened in surprise.

“The above-grass world,” he squealed in wonder. There are trees! With leaves…. And look, the grass is all spread out everywhere in all directions…”

At home, they played violin and enjoyed tea over a fire. The worm was so comfortable and drowsy…. He drifted to sleep by the fire in the comfortable earthen chair, while the violin of the grasshopper became gentler, slower, and sweeter. When he awoke, momentarily, he saw the grasshopper had quietly rested his violin in its case, closed it snugly and placed it beside his earthen grass-covered bed like having a friend nearby, and was lying down straight and smiling with his little chest rising up and down.

Bzz-bzz! his thin pearly wings hummed a little bit as a dream the grasshopper was having became a little bit more vigorous. Then they soothed back down; perhaps the grasshopper had jumped into a cloud! 

“Ahh…” said the worm. He sipped the remaining of his tea…. Still warm, and some parts a little toasty from the welcoming fire, which was packed into the ground safely and had embers and a small orange flame curling up through the center. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” the worm sighed as the beautiful liquid trickled through his long worm body.

“Yummm…” “Snarlllyeahhhhsslllllaaaaaaaaa,..” he sighed as he drifted into a lullaby sleep. 

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