>>95912505
Kretyn gently put the worm in his pocket and gave it a little pat-pat on the head. Worry not, friend! Soon they would be able to chat. Soon. Kretyn got up and started to walk. Grrrrrlllll! Again, his tummy gave protest. Hush now, tummy. Learning to speak worm was more important. Kretyn eventually came to an exit in the grove he had not seen before. The signs on the post were blank. Curious! Maybe it was written in the worm language, and thus he could not read it? Kretyn knew he was on the right track now. Away he went.