Pippa bounces down the sunlit garden path. Boing, boing, boing.
She stops. Her shape is round. She listens to a quiet crep… crep…
Pippa bounces forward. She leaves the snail far behind.
She stops. Her shape droops a little. She hears its quiet crep… crep…
She rolls back to wait.
Pippa bounces forward again. She glances back at the snail.
She feels happy. She sees its sparkling trail on the path.
At the finish line, she slows and lands right beside the snail.
Now Pippa races slowly, matching the snail's crep… crep…
They watch the butterflies together.