This time, I have something very special for you. The story of the great snail race in the enchanted forest. Can you imagine? A snail race! I hope you have fun.

In a corner of the enchanted garden, under the shade of a large rose bush, Sammy the Snail proposed a fun idea: “Let’s have a race!” he exclaimed enthusiastically. His friends, Lola the Snail, Ricardo the Little Snail, and Grandma Snail, accepted the challenge with a mix of laughter and amazement. Although they all knew that snails are not known for their speed, the idea of a race seemed like the best way to spend a sunny day.

Each competitor prepared in a unique way. Sammy, always the optimist, adorned himself with small flags made of flower petals to look more aerodynamic. Lola, known for her creativity, painted her shell with shiny stripes and claimed that her luster would give her extra speed. Ricardo, the smallest and most energetic, tied some leaves to his sides, hoping the wind would push him faster. And Grandma Caracolina, with a knowing smile, simply cleaned his shell and positioned himself at the starting line without any additional tricks.

The race began with a soft whistle from a friendly bird. At first, everyone moved at such a slow pace that a worm buzzed past them, causing laughter among the competitors. Lola tried to use her shiny shell to reflect the sunlight and distract her companions, while Sammy waved his flags with such enthusiasm that he almost strayed off the path.

Ricardo, with his leaves as sails, found a breath of breeze that pushed him ahead a little, his eyes shining with the excitement of “speed.” But just as he was savoring his small advantage, a stronger gust of wind tangled his leaves, stopping him dead in his tracks. The others, seeing his dilemma, had a decision to make.

Sammy looked back and, without thinking, turned to help Ricardo. Lola and Grandma Caracolina did the same, each contributing an idea to untangle the leaves. Grandma Caracolina used her experience to calm Ricardo, while Lola and Sammy worked together to free him.

Once Ricardo was free, the four looked at each other and, without saying a word, decided to finish the race together. They moved forward at their slow but sure pace, crossing the finish line as a united group, to the cheers of ladybugs and bees who had been watching.

“The real competition is not about getting there first,” said Grandma Caracolina as everyone celebrated, “but about making the journey together, helping each other.”

The race not only taught them about patience and perseverance, but also about the value of friendship and teamwork. In the enchanted garden, that slow but memorable race was remembered not for the speed, but for the laughter and community spirit it created among all the friends.