Nailo
Kiv

Mr. Snail's Decisive MorningIt was a chill morning in Mission Viejo, California. The sun was just looming on the horizon, hovering lazily over the ocean, as if supported by many gray clouds. The earth was damp and smelled of fresh peat and blooming greens. The sun was just barely touching the newly grown plants, shinning off their green, dew-edged ridges.Mr. Snail's Decisive Morning
Over the red, cobbled-bricks slid Mr. Snail. He'd woken earlier, and from Mrs. Hoffman's garden, had slid his way rather quickly to Mrs. Petuchas's. He thought to himself: "I am making good pace. I shall certainly get to the tomato plants before long and hide under them before noon. It will be a nice desse
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"OW! MY INNER EAR! ....IT'S SO TINY!"
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~Just a little Fun~
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