Pippa the snail lived in a very green, dewy garden.

Her home was under a big, soft, curving fern.

She moved slowly, leaving a long, shiny, silver trail.

Pippa: “Oh, so slow, so slow!”

One sunny morning, a playful, whisking breeze danced through the garden flowers.

Pippa: “Oh, to fly like the wind!”

Pippa watched the playful wind lift tiny flower petals high.

Pippa: “I want to race it, race fast!”

But Pippa was a tiny, very slow snail.

She felt a small, quiet sigh deep in her shell.

Pippa: “How can I race the wind?”

A bright, yellow butterfly, named Luna, fluttered down nearby.

Luna: “Hello there, little friend.”

Pippa: “I want to fly so fast.”

Luna: “Like the quick, happy wind?”

Pippa nodded her two soft antennae up and down.

Luna: “Wind takes big, giant steps.”

Luna gently spun in a happy, sunny circle.

Luna: “Snails take small, careful steps.”

Pippa looked at her own tiny, silver, winding trail.

Pippa: “My steps are very slow.”

Luna: “Slow sees many sweet things.”

Luna pointed a delicate wing to a sparkling dewdrop on a soft green leaf.

Pippa: “A shiny, tiny jewel!”

Pippa found a perfect, sweet purple berry hidden low beneath a bush.

Pippa: “A sweet, tasty treat!”

Pippa loved seeing all the tiny, beautiful treasures.

Pippa smiled a wide, joyful, happy snail smile.

Pippa: “Slow is also very good!”

She felt a warm, fuzzy feeling grow big inside her tiny shell.

Luna: “You are wonderful, dear Pippa.”

The big, round, sleepy moon peeked over the tall garden leaves.

Pippa tucked herself into her cozy, safe shell, dreaming of gentle breezes and slow, happy, treasured steps.