When you are 8 years old, nothing can interrupt the fun of zipping around the house on a toddler-sized car with your little cousin, taking turns being the pusher and the passenger. Not your mother hollerin' at you, not the aroma of pizza hot from the oven, not the yelp from your little cousin when you accidentally run over her foot... nothing, that is, except for the sight of a microscopic-sized baby snail in your path. How it somehow survived that car turbo-ing around and little feet running past it at a hundred miles an hour, we'll never know.
The kid immediately launched herself from the car, enlisted the help of her cousin, picked up the snail, ooh-ed and aah-ed over its cuteness, contemplated keeping it as a pet, then finally took it outside to release it into the wild. Under the lemon tree? Too exposed- birds might see it as a snack. Around and around they went until they found the perfect spot. Then back inside to
terrorize the adults continue the fun.
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