Memories of a Bookworm...

There it goes, a warm Tuesday afternoon at Braeburn school. Quietly sitting in the grass for another one of our wonderful and original English lessons. This book is interesting, but I can see I'm not the only one enjoying it. An orange inch worm crawls, out of nowhere, to sit on my page. "Would you like to share my reading?" I whisper. Well, it seems quite thrilled to be invited to one of our delightful English classes, so I generously share my book with it. This shall forver be carved in our memories, us bookworms!