"Mr Earthworm? Oh Mister Earthworm sir?" The kanus was seated cross-legged on the grass, wearing a frown on her face and a loose colorful scarf around her forehead damp with sweat. She sighed, and sniffed the air, then placed her muzzle close to the ground, sniffing around for the scent of her friend. Wherever could her conversation partner be? He wouldn't, GASP, be eaten by a bird, would he? She thought, looking about frantically, ready to grab any offensive, or rather, poor bird that was passing by with a worm in it's beak and shake it, demanding it to return Mr Earthworm.Luckily, the birds were wise enough to stay up in the trees, with no worms hanging from their beaks.
"Oh dear." She said out loud, rocking herself back and forth. "Oh dear oh dear oh dearie me."
