And the worm felt in love with the toe. He barely knew how inconvinient he was. Even the foot was much more then he could understand. All he needed was the space between her toes to live in, this is the most a worm could expect from life. He was just a little worm, happy enough with the warmness and the moist. He was taken away with a medical procedure. He slept with the complaining of the owner of the foot as his final lullaby.