The House of a snail

The snail made slow progress with his work. He realised that the wood wasn’t
sharp enough to engrave his little home. The tree helped him to get soft and gentle lines
but he needed something harder.

He made his way over to a rock and started to rub his shell against it. The hard and sharp rock was just
the right tool for a carpenter to make precise cuts. Now the snail had to be twice as careful
not to damage his home.

Time passed and the snail gained experience. He learned how and when he needed to rub the shell against the rock, on the ground or the wood.

He use ddiffering levels of pressure depending on what
he wanted to achieve. Time continued to pass and the snail’s little home gradually became
more beautiful.

Little by little the animals of the forest came to admire the slow but selfconfident handy-man at work. The snail carried on, working tirelessly.

Winter came and went. One morning the tiny snail was bathing in the drops of dew.Sitting in the sun, he was admiring the nature all around. He was happy.

He had decorated his house in the best way that
he could and he was pleased with his work.

Suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, a woodpecker swooped down besidehim. Woodpeckers are known as the best carpenters in the forest.

The bird had heard the story about the snail-carpenter and hewanted to be see the snail’s craftsmanship
with his own eyes.

The woodpeckerinspected the snail’s little home from all
sides and then flew into the air. He circled the house a few times, examining each side
thoroughly.

When he had finished, he againlanded down beside the tiny snail. Thewoodpecker looked the snail in the eyes, paused for a moment and bowed his head. This was a great honour for the tiny snail because woodpeckersonly The House of a snailbowed to master
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