Dirt Hole and Shell

Cold mud on my cheek. Wake up fast! Tree branch not under me anymore. You say I fall? Yes, Bippy remember whoosh, then big thud! Dirt get in my mouth. Blegh! Ground bite Bippy? Bippy get mad! I punch ground with both fists! BAM! Dirt fly everywhere. Grass rip up. Now big crater in lawn. My knuckle hit something hard. Clink! Not a rock. Little round swirl shell! Empty snail house, smooth and clean. Anger all gone. I sit inside my dirt hole, hold little swirl house up to bright morning sky. Light shine right through. Good swirl. I stare.