This is Freya. Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People. Friends, I am back in my cold

hard metal stool because I have a guest, but I've run into a bit of a problem. See,

my guest is, hey, I was in the middle of a sentence of introducing you. It's not the ideal

time to start the music. Tiny people, let me explain. I've had a hard time getting

guests to come to my studio. I don't know why. Could have been the spiky splintery chair.

Could be all the weird things that seem to happen when guests do come. I don't know. Who's

to say? The point is, I had to make some concessions. My guest, Grimm Hilda, is a skunk.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking, but Grimm Hilda promised to sit in on this story and

to not sprate me if I let her do the music and sound effects for her segments. Thankfully

not for the whole story. She DJs at a Lyme Dancing Club every Thursday night at 630. So she's

an expert, I guess. Please welcome my talented guest, Grimm Hilda. Wow. Okay, that was some

auditory adventure we just went on. Anything you want to say before we get started?

Okay, let's get to our story. Take it away, Avi and Divi. Remember, there are no pictures.

You have to imagine the pictures in your mom. You can imagine them however you want.

Okay, here we go. Who's your owner? Theo peered at the snail, inching along, surrounded

by clutter, left behind from last night's party. She's a mammal. One of her eyes is slightly

bigger than the other. Anything more specific you could say about her?

She likes to dig through trash. Oh, and her name is Carlotta. You could have fled with that.

Theo picked up the snail and placed her on top of his shell. Then continued along, picking

up everything his friends had left behind. The night before, Theo had hosted his annual,

it's fall, have a ball, party. Did you see those claw marks on your tree? Snail said,

who does that sort of thing? When I go to parties, I don't claw people's trees. I don't

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