Little Johnny sat playing in the garden surrounded by swing sets and giant blocks. He had been there the good part of the morning, keeping himself busy and playing with all his toys.
When his mother came out to collect him, she saw that he was slowly eating a worm. She turned pale.
“No, Johnny! Stop! That’s horrible! You can’t eat worms!”
Trying to convince him further, “Now the mother worm is looking all over for her nice baby-worm.”
“No, she isn’t,” said Johnny. “Why not?” “Because I ate her first!”
