MRS. SNAIL

Hello Mrs. Snail,

I know you are hiding in that excruciatingly expensive little plant.

It is a shame you can't see it, but you have left behind a simply super slimy trail, your very distinctive calling card.

Can we make a pact that you resist that little plant, because in roughly ten more munches those tiny delicate bunches of leaves won't be there?

Why can't you take a fancy to the rotten old weeds, which scatter their seeds everywhere and munch their flavours to the full?

We would work together and I would not start to see red and give you the old heave-ho every time,

I see your slimy, silvery, trail shining in the dark.

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