Yesterday, a worm named John, was faced with the difficult decision of whether or not to free some of his fellow worms who had been captured during a  marathon contest of Hide and Go Seek.  The contest was between the worms and several fisherman from the east dock.

                   “I had the can opener and the will,” said John.  “But I was advised not to do it by the local casualty and disaster prevention official.   I’m pretty sure I heard my next door neighbor, Mr. Don, and my Uncle Ernie inside that can.  Their appeals for freedom were somewhat faint, but I’m pretty sure they wanted me to get them the fuck outta there.”

                There was an estimated forty-five worms inside the can.  There has been speculation as to whether two fishermen and one of the Bee Gees was also inside the can as well.   Not sure which Bee Gee it was, but all indications suggests it was the one with the high pitched voice.

           “I can’t say whether there were  fishermen or Bee Gees inside that can or not,” said John.   “All’s I know is… I’m now one hundred percent sure that my Uncle Ernie was inside that can, because now that I think back… I could hear him talking about Frank Sinatra.  He was a big Sinatra guy.  And I could also smell his undeniably pungent cologne and cigar smoke through those tin walls.  Still… the disaster prevention guy warned me-no, he guaranteed me… that if I carried though with my mission, that I would bring holy hell upon our community.   What could I do?  I mean, the guy correctly predicted that the last season of Game Of Thrones would be terrible, so who was I to question him?”