The World of Sherby57

Bill was worried.  He was worried about many things in life, but today he was specifically worrying about worms.

He had purchased his worm farm in 1997 after quitting his high-pressure job as a stock broker.   Bill had loved the thought of all that soil, and he had built up enough savings that he could buy the business outright.  People were always going to need worms, so the investment seemed like a complete no-brainer.  Bill’s Worm Farm was born.

Over the years, Bill had built the business in to one of the most prestigious wormeries in the country.  He had a natural flair for worm-rearing that simply couldn’t be taught.  He worked hour after hour, tirelessly tilling the fields with a wooden spoon; the only implement that could be used without damaging the precious livestock.  There had been occasions when multi-national companies had attempted to buy the farm and expand on its world-renowned brand, but Bill would never even contemplate such a deal.  He was happy to run a small, family-orientated worm-town.  All was well.

Then it happened.  The day that everything changed.  It was the day that a solitary worm, called Jimmy, stood up and declared, “No!”  The world would never be the same again.

It started slowly, but the worm based revolution spread. It spread like muck being spread on a field, which was kind of ironic.  To begin with, the worm’s former masters (humans) had the upper-hand, but their arrogance was their ultimate undoing.  Once the worms had the bomb, it was literally game over.

Alone amongst the carnage, Bill stood divided.  He was neither man, nor worm.  The worm-commanders had too much respect for him to kill him, the human-soldiers had too much contempt for him to save him.  It was a real chicken and the egg situation.

Bill worried.  He was left with naught but empty fields full of only soil.  Who would buy that?  Everybody had soil.

They always would.