How The Snail Got Its Shell
This
story begins during the dawn of time when snails had no shells. As a species,
their soft sluggish bodies were vulnerable to the elements.
The
bees built their hives and the ants built their nest in great networked tunnels;
but the snails had no arms or legs to lift and carry, leaving them unable to
build their own homes.
Determined and hopeful,
one slug left his family and went in search for a house of his own. Shimmery
trails marked his slow journey, under the scorching sun and through the stormy
rain, tentacles stuck out
stretched vigorously forward as if pulled by some magnetic force, his ultimate dream... a home.
Many
moons went by, and this snail crawled its way over great forests and trees,
leaving his family far behind. With immense patience, he finally reached the
edge of the world where Mother Nature herself bathed in the oceans.
The
snail approached her and asked: "Oh Great Mother, I have traveled a long,
long way in search of a home, but every beautiful place I found seemed empty
and lifeless because I am alone. I understand now that a home is more than just
a place to live in; it is a place where your heart is. I miss my family
greatly because my heart is with them."
Touched
by the words of the snail, Mother Nature smiled and rose from the ocean, a host
of hermit crabs in colourful shells came out of the waves behind her, each with
another empty shell in its claws.
Mother
Nature blessed the Snail: "Oh sweet-hearted snail, you have learned a great
lesson of mine, something that is often taken for granted. The truth that home is where
the heart is."
From
that day forth, each snail was blessed with their own home on their backs to
live with their families, right in the lush beauty of nature. To this day, they
will rejoice in Mother Nature's rain to celebrate the gift of home and family.
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