I walk around the playground alone. It rained this morning, and I see worms wiggling on the ground.
It’s sunny now. If the worms are left on the playground, they will dry up and die.
I pick up a few worms and drop them in the grass.
Billy walks up to me. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Saving worms,” I say.
Billy helps. He smiles his crusty purple grin.
It’s nice to not be alone.
Maybe Billy isn’t so bad.
When I get home from school, I see myself in the hall mirror. There is a crusty patch beside my mouth. It’s pudding from lunch.
Maybe I’m not so different from Billy after all.