Friday, March 16, 2007
Last summer I was reading the paper in the living room when I heard a faint knock at the door, when I opened it, there was a snail. He looked up at me and said,
“It’s very hot, can I have a drink of water please?”
I went mad,
“Blooming snails, eating everything in the garden, now you want a drink of water!”
So I picked the snail up and threw him down the street and he bounced about twenty times right to the end.
Last night there was another faint knock on the front door, I opened it and there was the snail, he looked up at me –
“What did you do that for?”