'And she said yes.' Rubbing his eye to hide his embarrassment he tried to think of something innocuous to tell. "Well, you know if you like innocent, I have the most childish story you will probably ever hear. Just," he held up his hand pleadingly, "remember that while I am a grown man this is told to very small children."
He have a great sigh and rubbed his hands together, clearing his throat. Iorwerth raised his hands up in front of himself as if to call silence. "This is is the story of Mister Wiggle," he moved his left hand into a thumbs up, "and Mister Waggle," his right hand also assumed the same position. Both thumbs both came to "hide" inside his fists as he began the tale. "Twas a bright and beautiful day and Mister Wiggle decided he was going to go to Mister Waggle's house. So he opened his door," the left hand opened, "came out of his house," the left thumb popped up, "and closed his door," the hand closed again with the raised thumb outside it now. "And he went up the hill and down the hill and up the hill and down the hill until at last he came to Mister Waggle's house."
Iorwerth was completely engrossed in his story-telling. His eyes followed his hands movements intently drawing the listener to do the same. He even had different voices for the characters and the narration. "Mister Wiggle knocked on the door. Knock, knock, knock. But, there was no answer. So he knocked again, knock, knock, knock. Again no answer so he decided to go back home and try another day. And so he went up the hill and down the hill and up the hill and down the hill until at last he came to his own house. He opened the door, went inside, and closed the door.
"The next day Mister Waggle finding it to be a fine day decided he was going to go across the hills and visit Mister Wiggle. He opened his door, came out of his house and closed his door. Then he went up the hill and down the hill and up the hill and down the hill until at last he came to Mister Wiggle's house. Mister Waggle knocked on the door. Knock, knock, knock. But, there was no answer. So he knocked again, knock, knock, knock. Again no answer so he decided to go back home and try another day. And so he went up the hill and down the hill and up the hill and down the hill until at last he came to his own house. He opened the door, went inside, and closed the door.
"On the third day, Mister Wiggle and Mister Waggle noticed that it was a wonderful day out and decided they were going to visit Mister Waggle's and Mister Wiggle's house. And they went, up the hill and down the hill and up the hill and down the hill until at last they met each other at the crossroads. 'Well if isn't Mister Waggle!' the left thumb said "wiggling" as he "spoke." 'And if it isn't Mister Wiggle!' the right thumb answered.
'It's a fine day out today.'
'Aye tis indeed and I was on my way to see you.'
'Curiouser and curiouser I was on my way to see you!
'And how are you on this glorious day?'
'I am well and yourself?'
'Oh just the usual aches and pains. The weather should make up for it nicely I think.'
'That's wonderful to hear. My good Mister Waggle, I am afraid I must be off again. It's time I should be returning home.'
'Aye I do agree Mister Wiggle. Tis nearing teatime and the Missus won't take to me bein' late. A good day to you Mister Wiggle!'
'And a good day to ye Mister Waggle.'
"Having said their goodbyes the two worms, Mister Wiggle and Mister Waggle, went up the hill and down the hill and up the hill and down the hill until at last they came to their respective homes. They opened their doors, went inside, and closed the doors. Each worm had his tea and Mister Waggle even made it home in time to keep the Missus happy. So ends our of tale of Mister Wiggle and Mister Waggle."
Having finished, Iorwerth blushed heavily at being caught so enthralled. With children it did not matter, for they loved a good story as much as him. But, with this beautiful woman sitting with him and enjoying his company when she could be doing so many other things in the little precious time she had to herself, he felt rather foolish and childish. His cheeks flamed and lowered his head in shame. "It's a silly tale I know. Who ever heard of a talking worm and having tea at that," he scoffed trying to protect his pride.
