A yankee

Oh, it's that time of year again. Worm yanking. This robin had it made. One plot of land all to himself, a mud swamp. And where there's mud there are worms. This lucky robin stayed put and yanked out each course without having to really shift any distance. Solitary dining.

After one full course you have to rearrange your body a bit. Definitely not undernourished.

There was a pattern,... gorge, rest about ten minutes, rearrange body, resume yanking.

The only problem was that I had to stand in the mud too. I may never get the muck out of the grooves in the soles of my slop shoes.

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