Thier slimy bodies played around in my garden. Thier long eyes moved around slowly as the sun started to rise, the morning birds chirped as my hands dug in the dirt finding worms and other bugs. They crawled around minding thier own business, while I minded my own.

The minutes passed until I found one, I named him Joe. He was one of the others I know because he has a weird shell, it was a lighter color with a reddish brown color swirling around. He was a good boy... I think. He was a friendly fellow and liked to climb on high places. There was always another with him, it was probably the same snail, but I don't know.
I'd like to think Joe is a player, as the kids call it. I always think Joe is Pansexual, like me. I need a good role model in my life.

So, why not choose Joe?