> Worm Hunt pt. 2
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> He went into the woods. Then, he stopped and set his jar of worms down beside him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the map. The map was old. The instructions were in English. They told Patrick to walk fifty paces from the fountain or until he reached a wall made of stone. Then he was to walk along the wall until he reached the bog. Patrick folded up the map and stuffed it back in his pocket. Then he picked up his jar of worms and found the direction to the wall.
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> Patrick followed a trail, which led him to the wall. He sat down and leaned against the wall. A few minutes later, he got up and stretched his legs. He continued along the wall. He touched the stones as he walked and kicked pinecones. When he reached the end of the wall, he could see the bog. On the shore of the bog was a raft and a crude oar.
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> Patrick got on the raft and pushed himself from shore using the oar. He paddled slowly. There were reeds on either side of his raft. Black liquid crept onto the raft. Some of it touched his shoes. He got to the other side of the bog. He left the raft on the shore of the other side.
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> He stood on the sand and took the map out of his pocket. Patrick saw that he had a few more yards to travel. The giant worm lived under a tree. The tree was deeper in the woods. It was an almond tree. It was the only almond tree in the woods. Patrick continued. He got a few scrapes on him as he traveled.
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> When Patrick reached the tree, he saw the worm. The worm was living in a giant log next to the almond tree. Patrick approached the worm. When he got closer he touched it. It was slimy and made Patrick giggle. Then Patrick took a couple steps back. He took his jar of worms and undid the lid. “I found you some friends,†Patrick said. He dumped the worms next to the giant one. Then, Patrick screwed the lid back on his jar and left.
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> Remy sat on the edge of the fountain. The sun was out. It shone on his face. He scratched his red beard. When he looked over, he saw Patrick. He was covered in some mud. In his hand was an empty jar.
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