Once upon a time, there was a poor snail who suffered a lot every time he went on a hike because he had trouble following the rhythm of his companions.
The ladybug was as fast as a mouse, the centipede, with its thousand feet, was unaware of fatigue, the beetle even took time to take a turn to the flowers.
The poor little snail was painful, bleeding, sweating all alone and far behind, abandoned by others who no longer had the patience to wait for it.
When the little snail finally managed to join the group, the other small animals rested well, had eaten well and after having played well, had prepared the camp and had been sleeping for a long time. And since there was no more room, the little snail had to sleep under the stars.
But every morning, stubborn, he took the road, always hoping to catch up with his friends. In order not to be bored during the class, he hissed, looked right and left, and greeted the little animals he met.
One day, as he advanced his nose in the air to admire the flight of a beautiful butterfly, the little snail stumbled on a hard surface which made him lose his balance.
"So what, but what is it? He wondered because he had never seen such a thing (which is normal since it was a shell lost by a child who had brought him back from the seaside.)
Of a curious nature, and as the thing did not move, the little snail went to see more closely and inspected the inside carefully. As he entered, he realized that she was perfectly fit and very light to wear. " That's great! The little snail jubilant, "I'm going to make a house for myself. "
And he set off, the shell on his back. When he arrived at the camp, everyone was already asleep but the next morning, coming out of his shell, the little snail was a great success and all the little animals felt a touch of envy.
Thus, the little snail no longer needed to build a house every night, he no longer feared the sun or the rain and could take a nap whenever he wanted.
The small beasts of the forest then all sought a house to put on their backs, but in the end, there was only for the snail.
The ladybug was as fast as a mouse, the centipede, with its thousand feet, was unaware of fatigue, the beetle even took time to take a turn to the flowers.
The poor little snail was painful, bleeding, sweating all alone and far behind, abandoned by others who no longer had the patience to wait for it.
When the little snail finally managed to join the group, the other small animals rested well, had eaten well and after having played well, had prepared the camp and had been sleeping for a long time. And since there was no more room, the little snail had to sleep under the stars.
But every morning, stubborn, he took the road, always hoping to catch up with his friends. In order not to be bored during the class, he hissed, looked right and left, and greeted the little animals he met.
One day, as he advanced his nose in the air to admire the flight of a beautiful butterfly, the little snail stumbled on a hard surface which made him lose his balance.
"So what, but what is it? He wondered because he had never seen such a thing (which is normal since it was a shell lost by a child who had brought him back from the seaside.)
Of a curious nature, and as the thing did not move, the little snail went to see more closely and inspected the inside carefully. As he entered, he realized that she was perfectly fit and very light to wear. " That's great! The little snail jubilant, "I'm going to make a house for myself. "
And he set off, the shell on his back. When he arrived at the camp, everyone was already asleep but the next morning, coming out of his shell, the little snail was a great success and all the little animals felt a touch of envy.
Thus, the little snail no longer needed to build a house every night, he no longer feared the sun or the rain and could take a nap whenever he wanted.
The small beasts of the forest then all sought a house to put on their backs, but in the end, there was only for the snail.
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