It was a strangely magnificent Sunday morning in the bushes of Central Park.
The early birds chirped with glee and the warm sun danced on the Autumn leaves. Chippy the snail rested securely among the plants. He awoke from a sweet dew drop falling upon his shell. The droplet trickled down, glistening the surface. Lazily, he poked his little head out of the protection of his home and crawled out onto the grass to breathe in the fresh air. I wonder what I’ll do today, he thought.
Chippy was perhaps the most famous snail in the world. Almost like the Justin Beiber of snails. The reason? His curiosity could not be topped. That, at first, would sound lame. But once he wandered into the strictly forbidden New York City, where no snail has gone before, and frolicked back with a sack load of mouth-watering hot dog bits. It fed his family for months. His father may have punished him for life, but when Chippy left for college, he didn’t have any control over him anymore. He moved out of his parents’ house to another area in Central Park 500 meters away. Though an extreme distance separated them, his dad would always keep a close eye on him.
The day Chippy came back with the hot dogs, his face became printed on every single snail newspaper and became the idol of every teen snail in the world. Time for something new. He strolled through the park, pursuing another adventure. Where are all the people, he wondered. Slithering around in the grass, like a lion in the savanna, he decided it was time to relive the time he journeyed into the city. It seemed like a special day for him, unlike any other. But he couldn’t describe why. It just seemed like NYC was grabbing for him, calling his name. And so, the rebellious side of Chippy took over. As he paraded out of Central Park, with his face smothered with pride, his father, camouflaged in the leaves, painfully watched him leave, with glimmering tears streaming down his face.
Wow. Was all Chippy could think as he was strolling through New York. The scene was breathtakingly unbelievable. Every building was a skyscraper, towering at at least 500 -1000 feet in the air. Humans flooded the streets. I can’t believe I forgot how awesome this place was, thought Chippy.
He wandered around the city, collecting interesting looking things among the plants. After finishing his duty, it was late afternoon, and time to turn back. He was overjoyed, ready to show the world of snails the things he had found. Boom. Boom. Boom. The ground shook violently, knocking him out of the safety of the plants and exposed in the deadly sidewalk. What was that? His slug head rapidly darted back and forth, scanning the environment for the source of the shaking. The people seemed to have not noticed the mini earthquake, for they kept walking, undisturbed. Whatever, I just need to get out of this highway of humans. Safety was less than a foot away, but it would take a miracle to get back without… BOOM. There it was again, the shaking knocked Chippy off of his balance and helpless, with his side on the ground. Shoot, I have to get up NOW. BOOM. The shaking grew stronger and stronger. Panic began to set in, jabbing into his heart like a knife. Then, he saw it.
A male human, roughly 7 feet tall, with a horrifying, protruding belly. Every step he took shook the Earth. Never had he saw such a beast, so terrifying, that his entire body felt like jelly. The monster featured a double chin, a face that could make an onion cry, and the biggest, most gruesome, body he had ever seen. Fat dangled from all over the man. When he walked, it seemed like the ground would crack and everything within a 1 mile radius would fall in. In his hand was the biggest hot dog he had ever seen, smothered with ketchup, mustard, and a bunch of others flavorings. But worst of all, he was coming right at Chippy.
Oh my shizz cookies, he thought. He tried to scramble to his feet, but it was no use. His heart was beating faster and faster. Five feet away. UUhhh!!! Why I can’t I get up?! Four feet away. Pleeaase. Stooop. Chippy cried. Three. Two. One. As Chippy’s life flashed before his own eyes, he heard a deafening crack. The crack that signalled a crushed snail. A crack that meant death. On that day, the news of the disappearance of Chippy spread like wild fire. No one knows what happened to him to this day. Though it was a tragedy, some good came out of it. Snails around the world learned a very important lesson. Curiosity killed the snail.