I'm ready to hear a story. This one's about to snail, it goes faster than he's ever been before.

Snail goes for a ride, but Tyra fobs Hall.

Snail carefully peaked out of his shell.

Sunshine was streaming down with fresh blue skies above.

A beautiful day! He said aloud, then began to slowly crawl out from under his large flat rock.

Snail had one speed, slow, slow was safe.

Safety above all else. He thought to himself while stopping to sniff a large daffodil bent down by last night's rain.

Then no need to rush. He crawled over to the long broken down fence, then up a long blade of grass.

He stopped to look around every few inches. Snail loved to see the world around him, which was hard to do, being only two and a half centimeters tall.

Snail was just turning back to move, when suddenly something hit the blade of grass, flinging him into the air.

He twisted quickly, then hit something.

He clung onto the piece of plastic holding tight, and there was a loud roaring sound.

Hey! cried the snail, shutting his eyes tight, then he realised the wind was rushing past him, but nothing else bad happened.

He opened his eyes and looked right. He could see everything.

Snail was riding on some kind of machinery. It was tearing through the grass, cutting the long blades short.

There were flowers bordering the grass, most of which he'd never seen.

Beyond the flowers and grass were some kind of huge plants that reached to the sky.

Further to his right, some odd things sat. They were brightly coloured with some strange creatures going in and out of them.

What are those? Snail thought.

Some kind of large ants in their houses.

He looked to his left. One of the creatures was riding on the machinery with him.

As he watched, it moved his legs and arms, and the machinery they were riding on stopped moving and went in the opposite direction.

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