Aug 22, 2011

Shaming the snail

Was on the balcony when I spied this fellow in my mint pot. Called Number Two to come and see.

"Where's his head?" he asks.

"Wait," I say.

The head, which was tucked in, slowly emerges.

Number Two laughs at the snail. "He was shy! He didn't know his ABCs!" (I've been, err, impressing upon him the importance of knowing his alphabets)

Belatedly realising how unlikely that would be, Number Two takes back his statement.

"I'm just teasing him!" he giggles, and runs off.

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