Scraping softly across the top of the soil, they found it. The worm. They gazed down at it in astonishment.
Worm. He’s in here.
They shuffled and dug and lost the worm. Great Grandma came out.
They said, Worm.
She said, Is there? That’s good.
They dug and pushed and piled things up. They breathed in garden, worm and disappointment.
Great Grandma went past the other way.
They said, Worm gone.
She said, Oh well, there’ll be another.
They watched her go up the path and along the veranda.
Pa went past.
Max pointed downwards. Pa said, Good work!
They squatted down and inspected the soil. They put their noses down to the surface (just in case). Noah laid his head flat to the ground, ready for any possibility.