Sidney the snail lived in a cozy, green garden.

Sidney: “I wish I could be fast!”

He watched the strong wind blow by.

Sidney: “Breeze moves so quickly, whoosh!”

Sidney looked at his own small, heavy shell.

Sidney: “Can I race the speedy wind?”

Breeze: “Little snail, you are too slow.”

Sidney: “But I will try my very best!”

He took a tiny, determined step forward.

The long garden path stretched out, winding.

Breeze: “Here I go, watch me fly!”

The wind zipped past bright yellow flowers.

Sidney: “I am coming along, slowly.”

Sidney moved carefully over a smooth stone.

Breeze: “I am far, far ahead now!”

Sidney: “I see pretty dewdrop flowers.”

He paused to admire a sparkling dewdrop.

Sidney: “And tiny green leaves, too.”

The speedy wind did not see these.

Breeze: “I reached the tall wooden fence!”

Sidney: “The tall fence is still so far.”

Sidney watched a friendly, red ladybug.

Sidney: “Hello, little ladybug friend.”

Breeze: “You are still very, very slow.”

Sidney gently reached a plump, red strawberry.

Sidney: “This sweet berry looks delicious!”

He took a happy, tiny bite of it.

Breeze: “I finished my race, I won!”

Sidney: “I found yummy food for lunch.”

Sidney smiled, feeling full and content.

Sidney: “Being slow is truly very nice.”