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One fine sunny Sunday, while Priest was away, Boy was strolling through the temple gardens when he noticed the most outstanding creature any mortal had ever laid eyes upon. It was the biggest, fattest and most beautiful—by child standards— slug he had ever seen.
Boy was immediately captivated by sheer size and vivid colors of the titanic Slug. It was as large as a baby's fist, and its radiant green brighter than the healthiest leaf at the peak of spring. He gaped in awe at the majesty of this monumental creature, marveling at its slow deliberate movements, and its unflinching determination to reach some unknown destination. Yet the child couldn't help but giggle— somewhat guiltily—at its strange wobbly rolls, as if the slug were attempting to execute some unfathomable pirouette, or simply trying to scratch its back.
So enthralled was the boy admiring the slug that hours flew by unnoticed, and he completely missed the thunderous tolling of Priest's Sunday bells, summoning the faithful to Mass. Only when the weekly service of grueling repentance was over— thankfully, some might say— and the weary parishioners began returning to their homes passing through the temple gardens, did the boy realize how much time had gone by. The child immediately recognized, with mounting dread, how gravely he had failed his uncle— and God— by missing Mass.
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The Priest, the Boy and the Slug.
Short StoryThere was once an innocent naughty boy whose evil uncle-priest made him do all the temple's chores. The boy was miserable and all alone in the world until, one day, he found his best friend and hope- in a slug!
