A Tiny Snail Crawl

I marched through the cool, tall grass in the yard and heard a tiny rustle! Down by the wooden fence, sitting right on a flat gray rock, was the tiniest snail with a smooth spiral shell. I crouched low on my hands and knees to watch it move. It stretched out its soft little head, poked two wobbly feelers into the air, and slowly slid forward, leaving behind a shiny silver trail that caught the sun. I giggled and tapped the rock beside it with one fingertip, whispering hello. Watching someone move so slow was so much fun!@zzstoyverse