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More days passed. Boy was fed in the mornings, but mercilessly punished and pressed for repentance throughout the day and evening.
The child pleaded for forgiveness many times, but the strict old Priest would not listen. "You will learn, Boy!" he'd say sternly and unmoved. "You'll learn."
And so the suffering continued, unabated: day after day, night after night— a never-ending cycle of pain, prayers, and regret. The excruciatingly long days seeming to stretch into eternity. Yet the child endured, for in his fight, in his heart— he was not alone. Because in those ceaseless, tormenting days, the boy found a secret source of strength and comfort— within his Slug.
In his direst hours, when he felt abandoned and alone in the world, the child would sneak out his prized companion, and admire Slug's imposing size and impossible green. Boy would watch the creature's slow, determined movements in awe, and smile at the occasional wobbly roll. To the child, it was the most mesmerizing and comforting thing to behold.
The boy never neglected his Slug, carefully feeding the creature tiny scraps of leaves that drifted in through the room's broken window. And when the slug had eaten its fill, before tucking it safely away, Boy would steal one last second to marvel at its vivid greenness and— its increasing shininess!
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The Priest, the Boy and the Slug.
Historia CortaThere 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!
