The Snail Post Office

I hopped down from the deck right into the grass! Guess what was crawling across a flat, warm garden brick? A tiny brown garden snail! I decided this was officially the Backyard Post Office, and I had to deliver very important mail. I found a golden dry leaf, balanced it super carefully across my paws, and scampered along right beside the snail to match its teeny-tiny speed. 'Special delivery for Mayor Shell!' I whispered, nudging the crunchy leaf right in front of its path. It gently flicked its little antennae to sniff it! Isn't that the best postal service ever?