Marvin's Day Out

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Think worms are boring? Think again. Follow Marvin on a day long adventure as he travels around town.

Submitted: June 24, 2016

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Marvin’s Day Out

 

Introduction

As Evan left his house, he looked down to see a wiggly worm wriggling on its belly, “Dad, can I have a pet worm?” he asked. Evan had never had a pet and he wanted to go to school and tell all his friends that he had a pet. His school friends all had pets: cosy cats, dozy dogs, runny-nosed rabbits, hairy hamsters and one even had a greedy gecko, but none of them had a wriggly, wiggly worm. “You want a worm as a pet? A worm?” his dad asked.

“Yes Dad, worms are really exciting pleeeeease,!” pleaded Evan.

“Worms are exciting? Have you ever seen a worm hang gliding? Rock climbing? Riding a bike? No you haven’t and that’s because worms are about as exciting as a piece of spaghetti without the yummy tomato sauce. Now, If you are a good boy I will think about getting you a more exciting pet, but a worm? Don’t be ridiculous. They don’t do anything.” And with that, Evan’s dad started to drag him towards the car. As he felt his arm begin to stretch Evan flicked a glance over his shoulder, just managing to see the worm peak its head up before another yank from his dad. They got into the car and Evan set off for another boring day at school. Another day at school where Evan would be the only boy in the class without a pet.

 

Evan’s dad’s car disappeared round the corner of his street, its engine making a spluttering noise before it let out a rather large BANG. The loud noise awoke a sleeping crow which had been napping in a nearby tree. “Caaaawww!” the crow crowed, upset at being disturbed from its dream about fields of freshly sown seed. The crow rubbed its eyes, ruffled its shiny, dark feathers and stretched, yawning as it did so. With a bend of its knees, the crow launched itself into the air, eyeing the ground below for a breakfast treat. No sooner had it taken off, the crow spied a wiggling movement on the path below… just outside Evan’s house. The crow circled twice in the air above to check for sneaky cats that liked to lurk under warm cars, before swooping down and landing rather clumsily near the wiggler. Marvin (for that was the worm’s name) saw the crow and began to squiggle frantically towards the long grass in the hope that he could hide amongst the taller blades. But it was too late. The crow had hopped over to where he jiggled and pecked at Marvin, clasping him firmly in its golden beak. Marvin let out a little wormy cough as the sharp yellow scissors grasped him tightly around the waist. The crow flapped its oily wings and soon both the crow and Marvin were high above the rooftops, far from the safety of the green grass.

 

The crow flew south towards a canal where it liked to take breakfast every once in a while. The crow liked nothing more than watching the narrow boats silently glide past as it tucked into a crunchy beetle or a plump caterpillar. Today, juicy worm was on the menu. The crow landed by the gate to the lock keepers white cottage. Marvin tried to wriggle towards the water. The crow raised its beak into the air, breakfast was about to begin. Just then, the lock keeper’s cat emerged from the cat flap in the cottage door and strolled towards the garden gate. The crow turned and saw the cat approaching. Flap! Flap! Flap! Flap! Away it flew. Poor Marvin was blown into the canal by the crow making a speedy get away! Uh oh! Can worms swim? He didn’t have a badge sewn onto his little worm swimming trunks so it didn’t look good.

 

Marvin thrashed about in the cold canal, only just managing to stay afloat. Not having arms, or fins, made swimming particularly difficult and all the thrashing about was attracting some hungry fish. A huge chub had noticed the commotion and swam up from the depths of the canal, its mouth wide open, its eyes firmly fixed on the floundering worm. He thrashed his long body even harder. Just as the chub closed its mouth around the worm, a huge heron swooped down and plucked the chub, which had a firm grip on Marvin, out of the canal. The heron flapped its enormous wings and rose above the lock keepers cottage performing a graceful loop-the-loop before gliding back down towards the waters edge, landing on the front of a smart, navy blue canal boat. The loop-the-loop that the heron had flown had scared the chub.  The chub had let out a shriek (it had never liked roller coaster rides, especially not ones when it was wedged in a hungry bird’s mouth) and as the chub screamed, Marvin had fallen out of its mouth and landed on the heron’s back. As he lay there, catching his breath and drying out, the heron began to pluck at its feathers, craning its rubbery neck and sharp, pointy beak into impossible shapes.

 

Once it had finished cleaning its feathers, the heron decided to return to its nest in a branch that reached out over the canal like it was trying to touch the passing barges. The jolt of the heron landing made Marvin roll off and he bounced on the rough ground. He breathed a sigh of relief. What an exciting day! Having managed to avoid being eaten again, he wondered why it was that life should be so hard for such a small worm. His wondering didn’t last long though because he was soon being spied upon by another feathered foe. A blackbird had recently finished pecking at some plump blackberries growing in the bushes that surrounded the lock keepers cottage. It hopped over to where Marvin sat and without a thought, picked him up and flew off. “Here we go again!” thought Marvin. The blackbird flapped its wings and headed west, towards the edge of the town.

 

After a short while the blackbird approached the furthest edge of town. The brightly coloured mountains at the edge of town buzzed with life. Colour lit up every hillside. Bright oranges mixed with sky blues, lime greens and vibrant yellows. Every colour hiding a surprise for anyone or anything that dared to take a closer look. The rubbish dump welcomed the blackbird. It landed on a carrier bag atop a small hill and gave a quick look over its shoulder. A rumble made it pause and it froze on the spot, trying to work out where the noise was coming from. It soon found out as a monstrous bulldozer started an avalanche. Multicoloured bags spilled from the top of the pile towards the crow. Off it shot, dropping poor Marvin. The best he could do was wiggle towards a packet of half eaten chips and crawl inside. The cold, damp potato offered a welcome shelter and Marvin relaxed a little in his paper cave. But not for long…

 

As more carrier bags were tipped out of the back of a dump truck, the bulldozer pushed more and more over the top of the mound. More bags tumbled down, some catching on bits of broken umbrella that stuck out like giant boney fingers whilst others rolled downhill so fast their sides split open and baked beans flew into the air, pelting every other bag with pale orange measles and cold bean juice. Marvin chip wrapper was bashed by a flying bag. The chip paper flew open to reveal the lumpy contents and the slim worm inside. Marvin tunnelled into a rather large chip and closed his eyes just as a seagull dove down and took a beak-full of the cold mushy potato. Happy with its catch, the gull took flight for the seaside, where it spent most of its time.

With the sea glistening in the distance, the gull headed upwards to glide down towards the coast. It didn’t know that Marvin was inside one of the chips but what it did know was that it loved chips and other seagulls could smell chips from a mile off. It was just then that a hoard of other gulls smelt the goodness and decided that they too wanted chips for lunch. The holiday makers below, sat with reddened skin, chomping on flavoured ice lollies whilst a small boy got told off for not saying thank you when his granny bought him a choc ice. To a seagull, saying please and thank you is a strange idea so the hoard didn’t hang about but flew straight at the chips, pecking away at the small portion hanging out of each side of the yellow beak. As they snatched tiny chunks of chips, poor Marvin was dropped and fell to earth. His fall was broken by a soft mush of bodies. Bodies very similar to his own.

 

Marvin had fallen by the side of a lake on the green near the sea front. The lake wasn’t very big but it was big enough to attract fishermen. They would spend their weekends sitting and watching their rods. Hoping for a bite. By their side they would have a box of worms to tempt the hungry fish. As Marvin lay there looking up at the sky, he saw a large, dirty hand come into view. Without warning he was plucked out of the bait box and tied in a knot around the hook on the end of the fisherman’s line. The angler stood up and raised his rod over his shoulder ready to cast his line. With a huge swoosh he flung the rod forward, sending the line high into the pale blue sky. As he snapped the rod back, the knot in Marvin’s body came undone and the poor little worm went flying off the hook landing on the roof of the passing number 68 bus. The bus turned the corner and headed off back towards town leaving the fisherman to wonder where his worm had gone.

 

The bus sped up the road leading away from the salty air of the coast. After driving for approaching ten minutes, winding its way around lots of narrow streets with tall houses, the bus came upon the depot. The bus waited for the depot gates to open and Marvin gave a tired wiggle. It had been an eventful day. He would soon wish he had kept still. His wiggle caught the eye of a shadowy black figure flying overhead. The crow had been hungry since morning when it had been scared off from its breakfast by a lock keepers cat. It flew in low from the front of the bus and made a grab for the worm as it passed over the top of the tall, red people carrier. Marvin closed his eyes and hoped that it would be over soon. He was tired. The crow decided it would be better to eat the juicy worm in its nest rather than lose it again. It flew up over the row of trees and above a row of houses. In the next road it headed towards the tree in which its nest sat, as it neared the tree, a car rounded the corner at the end of the street. It was the same car that had let out a huge BANG that morning but the crow didn’t remember the car. The crow passed over the top just as the car let out another BANG whilst coming to a stop. The crow panicked and dropped its tasty tubular treat. Yet again, Marvin found himself tumbling from the air and towards the ground. He landed on a path leading up to a house just as a little boy named Evan got out of his dad’s car. Evan waited by the side of his car for his dad to join him on the pavement and then they headed to the front door together, hand in hand. As they walked Evan saw something out of the corner of his eye and he stopped to have a look. Gazing down at the path he saw a tired little Marvin, too tired to wiggle. “Dad! Can I have a pet worm?” asked Evan.

“No son. Worms don’t do anything exciting. See, look at that worm, it’s been there all day long doing nothing.” Marvin gave a tiny worm smile and wriggled off towards the long grass and a much deserved, good night’s sleep. 

 

The end...hopefully

 

Copyright 2015

Ryan Stapleton

 

 


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