On a Rainy Day
On a rainy day an earthworm came up to enjoy the cooling moisture, for inside the earth it is dark and clammy. It had hardly raised its head however, before it caught sight of another worm which had apparently had the same idea.
Hereby the first worm became all cold and clammy, which could not be explained exclusively by the damp weather. For the other worm was a female, and the first a male. A double terror had seized the worm, partly that she should once again disappear into the earth, partly that he, in order to avoid this, should be forced to address her.
Lovely weather, he said. She did not turn her head.
It has been long underway, said the he-worm. She looked at him, and his heart was filled with delight.
No, this is not a stupid story. No, earthworms can't see, and they haven't got a heart.
So what? Earthworms can't speak either.
But these earthworms can. It just shows that the author has imagination.
By making earthworms speak he teaches us something about ourselves. Could Tage tell us what the author wishes to express in this story?
I asked Tage. It is on page 23 of the commentaries booklet.
Page 23. You haven't brought it?
Why haven't you brought your commentaries booklet? We must always bring the commentaries booklet.
How can we read anything at all if we don't bring the commentaries booklet? Annemarie?
You haven't read? Why haven't you read?
Couldn't you have read after that? You're not telling me it took all day to bury your father This is just too bad.
You are cheating yourselves of a good story. Yes, it is a really good story.
What earthworms are to us? You would know if you had remembered to bring your commentaries booklet.
It is not at all boring. When you are grown up you will be pleased that you went to school and were taught the pleasure of reading. Put that Game Boy away!
I won't say it again. Next time I'm confiscating it.
Quiet, please! Let us continue!
The rain, said he.
Yes, she said absently. He had managed to start a conversation.
The rain fell harder now. It bathed the young girl's body and made it shine.
She opened her mouth and squirmed. What is it? she smiled.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, said the he-worm.
Ooh, said she.
He laughed hoarsely. I am so terribly in love with you. And I simply do not know what to do.
Yes. To make you stay for just a short moment.
Oh, she said. As it happens, I'm not in such a hurry.
Do you come here often? asked the he-worm. I am very fond of this particular spot.
I sometimes come here at night. Have you ever been here at night?
When the sky is full of stars? It makes one feel quite insignificant.
Yes, said she. I know that feeling.
One asks oneself what the meaning of it all is, just to let the earth glide through one.
It feels so empty. There must be something more.
That's how I feel, said the he-worm, creeping a little closer.
Don't think I'm that kind of girl, said the she-worm nervously.
Do I look like a seducer? asked the he-worm. I am just so in love with you. I will do anything you tell me to, if only you will allow me to be near you.
I think you are sincere, said she. But how do I know that you won't tire of me? These things happen, you know.
Don't you feel it? he gasped. We belong together.
Yes, she said. Perhaps.
I am just a little concerned about entering into a relationship that is based only on physical attraction. It would be better if we shared interests as well.
I would also like you to respect me as a worm. How can we be certain that we are compatible?
The he-worm, who had resolved to investigate this matter, crept closer cautiously, but this made the she-worm withdraw. I must leave now, she said nervously. Some big lads are running in the field, and I don't want to be trodden to death.
Let them try! shouted the he-worm. I'll jump straight at their throats
I have to leave, she said.
We could at least get engaged! suggested the he-worm.
I don't know, said the she-worm. It's a very big step.
Then let us marry without delay.
Do you mean it? They looked at one another.
Above them the rain had stopped. The clouds parted and the stars appeared. My beloved! he whispered. Promise never to leave me
That's a promise I'll find hard to break, she answered. I am your other end.
This text is a story from the book "Skrækkens ABC" (ABC