Life reeks

The Cricket sat in one corner filling up endless pages with filth, it scribbled, jerked its ink-pen creating black blotches all over the creaking floor. It paused, drank some more filth from its green mug, sloched and filled in some more pages. Mr. Worm looked up from his worm-eaten hole and saw the cricket scribbling incessantly on a worm-eaten book. "Hey do you want some orange?" Mr. Worm asked pretending to be generous and scooped some of the rotten orange pulp with his hairy hand and painfully climbed out of his rotten-orange hole.