The sunny garden was full of tall, green leaves.

Squiggle was a very, very slow snail.

He wiggled his tiny antennae excitedly.

Squiggle: “I want to zoom!”

Squiggle: “Race the fast wind!”

He looked up at the breezy, blue sky.

A big, gusty dandelion field stretched wide.

A strong breeze whooshed past his shell.

Squiggle: “Whoosh! So quick!”

Squiggle took one tiny, slow step.

Squiggle: “Too slow, oh no!”

He sighed a tiny, snail sigh.

Under a giant, friendly red mushroom, Blinky the beetle buzzed.

Blinky landed gently near Squiggle.

Blinky: “Squiggle, what's wrong?”

Squiggle: “Wind is too fast!”

Squiggle: “I cannot catch it!”

Blinky: “Race with me!”

Blinky zipped in a small, quick circle.

Squiggle: “Okay, a small race!”

Squiggle slid forward, very, very slowly.

Blinky: “You are going!”

Blinky flew just a little bit faster.

Squiggle: “Still so slow.”

A dewy, soft petal shimmered with morning light.

Blinky: “You have your own speed.”

Squiggle: “My own special speed?”

Squiggle looked at his shiny, silvery trail.

Squiggle: “Yes! My slow, steady pace!”

Squiggle snuggled under a big, cozy leaf.

He dreamed of slowly, happily racing sleepy clouds.