My name is Macy Taylor; I'm thirteen years old, and my mom STILL doesn't think I'm old enough for a pet! Her words made me feel real bad: she said I was too irresponsible! So I challenged her. I said, "If I can take care of one of the neighbors pets for a week, will you let me have my own?" My mom agreed, and the next day we met up with one of our foreign neighbors' kids, Greg Brown.
Greg was a nine year old the SAME height as me! Behind his back he was holding something, and he grinned at me as he pulled out his pet worm on a string!? It was silk red with glowing eyes, and it was EVEN still packaged. "Vvvery thank you... for take care of my Mr. Viggles, mz Mazy," he said in a German accent. "Greg, my sveet heart, please come back inside!" Called his mother. Greg smiled, handed me the worm, and waddled back to his front door.
The minute Greg left, I turned to my mother and yelled, "A WORM!? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF A WORM!? IT'S NOT EVEN A REAL WORM!" "Be glad it isn't a real worm," said my mom. "Look just mock feed it, and take it on walks every day, and maybe then I'll let you get a puppy, okay? Besides look at how happy that boy was when you agreed to take care of it. Now let's head back."
When I got home, I took one of the extra pillows off my bed and placed the worm on the pillow. I then proceeded to get two bowls from the kitchen, and fill one with water and the other with cocoa puffs. "That should do. Mom's definitely gonna get me a real pet," I stated, content. "Time to finish my science project."
While cutting out graphs to put on my science board, I grew curious as to why these worms were put on strings. What would happen if someone cut the string? What if I cut this worm's string? Greg wouldn't mind. In fact it would probably feel more like a real pet without the string. I approached Mr. Wiggles, scissors at hand, and slowly got eye level with him. "I'm gonna set you free wiggle man," I said. I then cut his string as close to his fuzz as possible. "That probably feels better. Oh Jimminie Christmas Cookies! It's already 9pm! It's past my bed time! Goodnight Mr. Wiggles." I got ready for bed, and went right to bed.
Suddenly I jerked awake after having a strange dream that a fuzz monster was nibbling at my feet. "AHHHHHHH! Oh... it was just a dream. Aren't I silly Mr. Wiggles? Mr. Wiggles?" I looked over to Mr. Wiggles' pillow, but he was gone! And so were the cocoa puffs! And yet... the water was still there...
Suddenly I heard I curdling scream from the kitchen. "AHHHHHH! HELP! HELP!" They cried. "MOM!"
END CHAPTER 1
