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Legato drank from a small puddle outside his loamy burrow, and surveyed the garden carefully with his eye-stalks that missed nothing.
High in the distance, the strawberries were reddening, and close by lay huge, inviting lettuces, all a mouth-watering green. The tomatoes had arrived late, packed down by the large human hands that giveth and taketh away...but surely he could manage those as well. He could almost taste the savory crunch and luscious coolness in his mouth already.
One meal at a time, he reminded himself. After all, I can only move so fast.
In peaceful silence and under the shaded protection of a large leaf, he watched over his bountiful heaven, heedless of the cruel intricacies of humans he'd known too well, once upon a time.
He could make a second attempt at humanity another (life)time. And at the moment, the life of a garden snail drove a hard bargain.