It was a crispy summer night.
The air finally cooled down.
The vast grassland glistened under the moonlight.
Sara Snail turns in early, as usual.
As you can tell, she’s made her home so comfy that if I were her I would turn in early every night too.
In spite of some occasional disturbances, Sara Snail generally lives a stress-free life.
She wakes up in the morning,
...makes her tea,
...and enjoys a moment of peace before her day starts.
This particular morning,
Sara Snail can’t take it any more.
She peeps out of her house.
Hello? Excuse you?
Oh, hi!
I’m sorry.
Did I disturb you?
Did I disturb you?
VERY MUCH!
Hopping. Stomping. Springing from place to place... Do you not attend your household?
Do you not shuffle?
Do you not shuffle?
Well. I don’t have a household.
Yours is amazing though.
I wish I had one like that.
Yours is amazing though.
I wish I had one like that.
Oh Thanks! I do love my home.
I’m sorry you don’t have one.
I’m sorry you don’t have one.
Let’s talk about shuffling then!
Sure! Tell me about shuffling~ I love gymnastics! But we ran out of space. We’ll have to turn to the next page.