• Once upon a time, there lived an old snail, whos shell was so flat, on the wind he could sail. He swept over mountains and wild winding rivers, the wind was so cold, it sent his skin shivers. The things that he saw in his travels, exotic. But what he saw next, turned his minds thoughts erotic. For there on a leaf, so pretty and bright, sat a lone girl snail who had settled for the night. Her face in a pout and her eyes kinda sad, for maybe, he thought, was lack of company she had. So he krept up beside her and smiled his best, so she opened her eyes to take in the rest. He stayed very quiet, to shy to speak, but her eyes met with his, and his words started to sneak. Before he could know he had stated his name, and with joy in her eyes, she did the same. The two of them spoke till the sun came up high, and by now all they did was watch each other and sigh. For he had found her, and she had found him, and that is the way of life on a whim...