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It’s not every day I see a snail just movin along in my driveway. I’ve seen slugs, but not snails in little shells. So I watched this little guy, we did a photo shoot, had some coffee, laughed and had a great little time…. and then I told Shane to come take a look. But the little guy was all up in his shell.
“He must be sleeping”, I told Shane
“Are you sure no one stepped on him?”
“No! No one stepped on him! He must be asleep”
“Oh, uh, yeah…he must be sleeeepingggg….” *smirk*
“I’m gonna put him in the flower garden. I hope I’m not taking him away from his family” I then picked him up (with paper of course…he is afterall…a creepy critter that may be infested with filthy slimy germs…) and put him in the garden. Every hour I walked over and checked on him. Still in the shell. *sigh*. Smart ass says to me….‘Maybe he’s still be ’sleeepinggg’.
“Whatever”, I’d reply.
7 hours later….I made one final check. He was poking his little head out!!! Wiping the little bits of sleep off his tiny little eyeballs, yawning and stretching! I yelled, “OMG, he’s awake!”
Shane comes over for a look & says, “Huh, he must of really been sleeping!”
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It does not matter how slowly you go, so long as you do not stop.
- Confucius
