Harry the hedgehog and Sammy the Snail, lived together, in harmony, in the garden of a cottage called THE LAST TRAIL.
The owners of the cottage were indeed very nice. They were always putting out food for squirrels, hedgehogs’, snails and of course mice.
By day Sammy would pull his head inside his shell, which Sammy found kept him warm, very well.
Harry would pull his body in tight, making himself into a small ball.
Together Harry and Sammy would wait for night time to fall.
They would stay this way all through the day. Hidden and safe, with nothing to say.
When night time came, Harry would extend his body and shuffle his feet, wriggle his nose and walk down the path to his own rhythm and beat.
Sammy the snail would pop out his head and slide and glide along the garden path, swerving from side to side.
Together they would make their way to the vegetable bed where the owners of the cottage left some milk and soggy bread.
‘Yuk!’ thought Sammy, in his mind the owners, they weren’t being very kind.
Harry though he would stay and devour the meal while Sammy made his way to something that held better appeal.
Whilst Harry took his time consuming the soggy bread and milk. Sammy’s food choice was of another ilk.
Sammy made his way to the cabbages where he used his thousands of tiny teeth to strip the goodness from the leaves.
Bellies full Harry the Hedgehog and Sammy the snail made their way back home, leaving behind them a silvery trail.
They settled for the rest of the night, happy in each others company, waiting for tomorrow’s twilight.
When they would wake again and make their way to the vegetable bed to fill their tummies before returning to their own safe beds.
Just a but of fun