The Snail Story

Kidnapped

I thought nothing was gonna take us from our home. So I did whatever I wanted to, I threw parties, had get-togethers. Whatever I wanted, but what I didn't know, was that the more activity there was in an area, the more the plants moved, now at first that doesn't sound like much. But unfortunately, smaller humans tend to get curious when they see plants moving.

One day as me, my brother, and some other insect friends were having a little lunch party, our movement made nearby plants move, alerting a small human boy in the area. When we least expected it, that boy tore away the plants hiding our home, the other insects quickly fled but we couldn't, the boy then picked us up and dropped us in this yellow bucket with some dirt and dry moss. The boy then took us into his home and showed us to its family "Well keep those snails in the bucket Zaiden, and the bucket stays here at your grandpa's" a female human said to the boy.

It was at least two months since we were taken from our home, the world became sad and boring, we had no one to talk to but each other and sometimes the occasional fly that would visit, but one day we heard that fly scream, followed by a loud smack... He was a goner. Then all of a sudden the boy came back "I'm gonna take you home" the boy said, we thought he was finally gonna release us, but as we looked out of the top of the bucket, we saw an unfamiliar view. The boy had put us inside one of those cars, I panicked wondering if we were gonna die like our mother.

After a few hours we were taken out of the car, we then heard that female human yell "Zaiden I told you that bucket was supposed to stay at your grandpa's. You're not bringing it in the house". The female human went inside the house leaving the boy outside, we looked up at the boy whose face was now a light red color, he set the bucket down and grabbed a weird looking metal thing that looked like the clip that holds dogs to ropes. We watched as the boy fidgeted with the clip while looking at us, he looked like he was planning something.

"I wonder if I can make a keychain" he said as he picked up my brother, we both panicked wondering what was he gonna do. The boy then pinched my brother's shell with the clip, causing part of his shell to break, I started to cry as I watched my brother get tortured, the boy then stabbed the clip through his shell. After a minute the boy dropped the clip and my brother back in the bucket and went inside his home.

I climbed on top of my brother's damaged shell to hug him, I watched my brother slowly go in his shell and not come out. I kept shaking his shell everyday hoping he'd respond, but I got nothing... I held his shell close hoping he was just sleeping, trying to heal, or maybe preserving energy for an escape attempt. But days passed and he still hadn't come out of his shell "Brother... Please don't be gone... Remember how much I need you...?" I said as I started to cry.

One day I started to feel the dirt underneath me get dry along with my body, the slime coating inside my shell started to harden as I tucked myself in like my brother.

Was I going to die from dehydration....?