The Mouse N The Snail

All summer long the fieldmouse had lived in his tiny little hole at the botom of the sunny wall, the snail had lived nearby. At first they had taken no notice of one another at all,  and then the mouse had began to wonder why the snail always took his se whereever he went. "Why don't you leave your shelly house behind when you go out?" he said. "It seems silly to have drag it along with you all the time." "It may be silly to you,  but it's  perfectly sensible to me," said the snail. "I have a very soft body, and unless I wear my house over it, birds might fly down and peck me," said the snail. You see, I can't run away nearly as quickly as you can. I am a slow creature."  "Is your house heavy?" asked the mouse. "Can I come inside and have alook around?
"  "Of course not. It just fits me," said the snail. "And no, it isn't a bit heavy." "Shall we  have a game?" asked the mouse., who was young and frisky and loved playing games. "Let's play hide and seek. You shut your eyes and I'll hide." said the mouse. The snail rolled in his bigger pair of horns. "I'm hiding my eyes now!" he said. "My eyes are at the top of this pair of horns. I can pulll them inside whenever I like. Run and hide somewhere little mouse." The mouse thought they were very strange eyes to have, but he was even more surprised to see the  tongue that his new friend had. It was like a ribon tongue, and it was set with thousands and thousands of tiny backward pointing teeth! "Now you can see how it is that I manage to eat a lettuce leaf in a night!" said the snail. "I use my tongue exactly like a file!" The two became friends, thought the mouse never liked going for walks with the snail, because he was very slow in dragging his body along. Sometimes he left a bright silvery tail, and the mouse thought that was very pretty. "I shall have to say goodbye to you now," said the snail, one autumn day. "I feel sleppy, and shall I  for the whole winter." "No don't," said the mouse. "I stay awake throughout all of the winter and I shall want you to play with me. If you go to sleep I shall come and wake you up. I shall knock on your shell or I shall tickle you to make you wake up!" But went he next went to play with his friend he couldn't wake him up at all! How could he tickle the snail's soft body? The snail had grown a hard little front door over the entrance to his shell, and the mouse couldn't reach it! "He's not asleep! He's dead!" wept the mouse. "And he was so nice. He won't answer when I knocked on his shell! said the mouse. As you know the snail wasn't dead, but only asleep!..........THANKS FOR VISITING MY BLOG!!!!!!!!!!