‘Ouch’ wailed Isaac as he slipped to the ground, his quills, ink and parchments scattered around his feet, ‘that blessed apple hurt me’. He looked for the offending item, found it, and then proceeded to take a bite feeling very pleased with himself that he’d at least manage to have some lunch as he’d forgotten to take any with him. Isaac had just closed his mouth to be able to chew his prize when ‘Oi, wha’d’ya think you’re doing’? shouted a tiny, tinny voice right in front him.
Startled, Isaac opened his eyes and almost died of fright. There, right in front of him, rising out of the apple with his tiny fists shaking, was a worm. Yes, a worm. Talking nay shouting – sort of – he was a worm after all. ‘My pardon sir’, said Isaac – he still had his manners even though he’d been felled by an apple and shouted at by a worm – ‘but do you realise to whom you are shouting? And what, pray, is a worm doing being able to talk’?
‘Never mind me talking mate, what ya gonna do about my apple, that’s sheer vandalism that is, not to mention theft – taking another’s property -yeh, theft, that’s wot it is’, responded the worm sweating profusely in sheer fright as he’d almost had his head bitten off.
‘Theft, yeah, you tell him mate’, came another little voice off to the left. A voice, moreover, that appeared to be emanating from a mouse hiding behind another apple.
‘My apologies Mr Worm, I think I must be in shock. I was watching the apple fall from the tree you see, and wondering what it was that propelled it down to the ground, instead of up towards the sky or sideways’. ‘Why that’s easy Mr Bigshot Dandy Pants’, responded the worm ‘it’s gravity and the laws of motion, that’s what it is – really you humans know nothing, gravity makes things fall to the ground – or on yer bonce in your case mate’!
Of course, no self-respecting man of science could admit that he’d owed his brilliant eureka moment to a worm, so Isaac invented his famous story to reflect his self-perceived extreme cleverness – and history is written by the successful as we all know, which is why all school children are told Isaac Newton’s story. But you can be sure that the worm world knows the truth of the matter.
The moral of this story is – the worm is a very clever chappie/chapess, and don’t ever forget it.
This short story has, once again, been prompted by Shafali’s brilliant cue art as above.
Does anyone else think that Shafali’s version of Isaac Newton looks very similar to Brian May from Queen?