ANIMALS 



THE LITTLE WORM THAT WAS GLAD 

 TO BE ALIVE 



ONCE there was a little worm about as long 

 as the nail of my thumb. He was no larger 

 round than a big darning-needle. 



This little worm lived in a little house that 

 he had made for himself in the ground. 



It was just big enough to hold him when he 

 rolled himself up like a little ball, with his head 

 sticking out. 



There were no windows nor doors in his 

 house, except one on top, which was his door to 

 go in at, and his window to look out of. 



One day he crawled into this little house and 

 curled himself up. He went to sleep and slept 

 all winter. 



One morning the soft, warm rain told the 

 little worm that spring had come. 



He popped up his head and thought that he 

 would go out to walk in the garden. 



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