Once upon a time, Etwas the Elf was running through the forests of tall grass, under the canopies of clover and around the stems of tall grass when she came upon a snail crawling between a tomato plant and a bowl. Etwas jumped up on the snail's tail, hopped onto its back and sat down between the antennae.
"Why do you look so confused, Mr. Snail?" Etwas asked.
"There...are...tomato...leaves...to...harvest...but...boy!...the...bowl...smells...yeasty...and...delicious...I...can't..."
Etwas explained that some gardeners put bowls of beer out to trap snails and slugs and other bugs. "I recommend the tomato," she added. "Eat safe!"
The snail nodded slowly and started up the tomato plant while Etwas jumped in the bowl of beer, drank her fill, and got lost heading home. She slept under a haystack mushroom and in the morning got soaked in a sprinkler's spray. Ever since then, Etwas the Elf usually rides home on a butterfly, after a bowl of beer.
"Why do you look so confused, Mr. Snail?" Etwas asked.
"There...are...tomato...leaves...to...harvest...but...boy!...the...bowl...smells...yeasty...and...delicious...I...can't..."
Etwas explained that some gardeners put bowls of beer out to trap snails and slugs and other bugs. "I recommend the tomato," she added. "Eat safe!"
The snail nodded slowly and started up the tomato plant while Etwas jumped in the bowl of beer, drank her fill, and got lost heading home. She slept under a haystack mushroom and in the morning got soaked in a sprinkler's spray. Ever since then, Etwas the Elf usually rides home on a butterfly, after a bowl of beer.
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