Wiggles was a little worm who lived in a big, beautiful garden. He wasn't very good at zooming around like the bees, or fluttering like the butterflies. Wiggles mostly wiggled… slowly. Sometimes, he felt a little sad that he couldn’t do the things other garden creatures could. He wished he was faster, or brighter, or… something else!
One sunny morning, Rosie the Robin was trying to build her nest. She needed soft mud to hold the twigs together, but the ground was too dry. She chirped sadly, “Oh dear, oh dear! My nest won’t stay together!” Wiggles heard her and wiggled as fast as his little worm body could carry him towards Rosie.
“Can I help?” Wiggles asked. Rosie looked down at the tiny worm. “What can *you* do, little one?” she asked gently. Wiggles explained, “I can wiggle through the soil and make it soft and muddy! It’s what worms do best!”
Rosie smiled. “That would be wonderful!” Wiggles wiggled and wiggled, tunneling through the dry earth. He loosened the soil and made it nice and muddy. Rosie quickly gathered the mud and used it to build a strong, cozy nest.
Soon, Barnaby the Beetle came buzzing by. He was trying to roll a big, round pebble to build a wall around his home, but it was too heavy. “Oh, bother!” he grumbled. Wiggles wiggled over. “I can help push!” he offered.
Barnaby was surprised. “You? But you’re so small!” Wiggles wiggled under the pebble and pushed with all his might. It wasn’t easy, but with Wiggles’ help, Barnaby was able to roll the pebble into place. Other garden friends joined in, and soon Barnaby had a lovely little wall.
As the sun began to set, Wiggles felt a warm glow inside. He wasn’t fast or bright, but he was helpful! Rosie and Barnaby thanked him again and again. “You see, Wiggles,” said Rosie, “being yourself and using your special talents is the most wonderful thing of all.”
Barnaby added, “You’re a very good friend, Wiggles.” Wiggles wiggled happily. He realized that it didn’t matter if he couldn’t zoom or flutter. He was a wonderful worm, and he had wonderful friends. He wiggled back into the soil, feeling proud and sleepy, ready for sweet worm dreams.