A Chat with the Snail

I trotted down from the porch steps onto the garden path and bumped right into the glossiest spiral shell! It was a friendly little garden snail taking a slow stroll along the damp stone border. I didn't want to startle my new pal, so I sat cross-legged right beside it and offered a tiny dried clover flower from the dirt. The snail tapped its gentle feelers forward, sniffed the air, and slowly glided right past my outstretched paw, leaving a shimmering trail of silver glitter behind. Making friends without saying a single word is simply the neatest trick ever!