Knowing it would be suicide to risk being sucked up by the whirling blades of the lawn mower, the snails retreat to the safe confines of the garden. Big Red is lost. The sooner they forget her the better.
However, where some snails look at things the way they are, and ask why... others dream of things that never were, and ask why not?
The second half of this sequence was done by another story artist. My section ends here.
Until next time...