I dug my shovel into the ground the other day, moving dirt around, clearing away the plants I didn’t want to make room for the ones I did.
By accident, I drove my shovel through an earthworm. It stopped squirming.
My heart stopped. Did it’s?
I knew the earthworm didn’t have a heart quite like mine, but that was my fear.
A moment later, the worm went back to the work of living. So did I.