A cowboy rides a worm through nutrient rich humus as the sun sets on the destitute village he has saved with his six shots of penicillin and a penchant for syphilitic excretions.

Desperados who haven't fallen dead in the muddy streets cruise out of town on the backs of snails without having completed their heist. The stagecoach burns in mercurial vapors. The cowboy pauses to watch the Pinkerton escort a viral load into the bank. The city slicker struggles as he walks through the deep rich earth of the street thick since it is so often run through the bodies of the hydrostatic mounts.

The cowboy tips his hat despite his disdain for the lawman. Commerce is essential in an adaptive immune system. He rides home to tend tomatoes.

The air is thick with the smell of tomato vines as the cowboy wakes. The sun stains the east with pale blue but has not raised his sheepish head. The cowboy pulls on his sheepskin chaps and places his brimmed hat on his head as he waits for the fire to heat the coffee. He fiddles with the lasso that seems almost like an umbilical stuck to his side.

Nostalgic, drinking coffee on his porch, he remembers his boyhood best friend, his tapeworm. If he fed it unpasteurized cream… the joy he felt as it slithered from his anus.

Returning to the present, he becomes destressed at the state of his garden.

His steed writhes on the ground. Once he sees the water steam he pours the watery coffee down his throat finishing by spitting out a mouthful of grounds. Leaving the fire untended and his bed unmade, he mounts his worm. He doesn't ride far before he finds the glistening trail of a wild snail and blade of grass sporadically gnawed by a rotary mouth.

In the distance the cowboy sees the partly retractable and iron stained radular teeth that come from the snail's lips. Racing towards it, he leaps from the worm to its back.

Throwing his legs over the hard shell, he tries to goad it. His spurs shatter. He presses his thighs against the beast as it twists its way around a tomato vine, leaving a trail glistening behind it. The cowboy yells giddy-up and the beast moves to a halt stretching its antennae out to the sky. These feral invertebrates must be broken before he can sell them in town for escargot.

The snail retreats into its hard shell as a crow comes swooping by and snatches the rambler from its back.