“Wow, that’s high!”, thought the snail, “How will I ever eat now?”
“You can ride on my shell!” the turtle exclaimed. ” To slow!” thought the snail.
“You can sit on my wings!” the Robin added. “To fast!” thought the snail.
The only reasonable answer the snail 🐌 could find is to inch her way up all on her own.
She’s never too slow, where the meal becomes ruined; or she has to make it first.
She’s never too fast, where the meal has yet to arrive, when she’s hungry.
She proudly learned to depend on herself.