So, although he cannot swim as well as the fish, nor fly at all, as the bird does, he can make swimming machines and flying machines and so turn into a fish or a bird whenever he likes; just as if he were part of a fairy tale.
"What a wonderful big brother we worms will have then!" says the little worm.
"But," adds the little worm, "let him not be too proud and forget us—his humble relations; and how nature made us all before she made him, and so learned how to give him that wonderful heart and brain. If she had not first made our crude little stomachs, where would she have learned to make his good one? And until she had made our little hook-feet she couldn't make hands and feet for him. Our nerves helped teach him how to feel. Our dim eyes that just enable us to tell light from darkness, taught him how to see. Our five simple little hearts helped show how one larger heart could be made for him, to feed his brain and body, and to teach him to love all his little brothers of the water, the earth and the air.
"Let him remember these things, and love all living things and be kind."
