The Slug and the Snail

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The Slug and the Snail By Megan Linke A snail slid up to his pal, the slug. “I am so sick of this shell,” said the snail. “With my home stacked up on my back, I can never go on a trip. My home comes with me! I wish I could take it off,” he sniffed, “but I’m stuck with it.” The slug gasped. “I WISH I had a home stuck on my back! Then I would not have to sleep in the mud. Some nights I sleep on a bed of sticks and stones. Each day I wake up with a stiff neck. It is no fun, my friend. It is no fun at all.” ™ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt! Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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