Momentum kicked aside the can of worms. “I haven’t caught a thing,” he grumbled to himself. So he kicked that can right into the pond, and all of the fish he had been trying to catch scurried over to feast. There were at least two dozen worms for each fish, so optimistic had Momentum been. The fish had never seen so many worms at once. Some had not seen so many across their whole lives.
Every one of the fish ate too many worms and died. Then it was time for the worms to eat the fish.
Pursuing Momentum 