It seems to the snail that this time of sending the message is like spending his whole life.
The little snail was dry and thin. He looked like firewood but for a shell. The leave were full of holes and there were only yellow net-like nerves remaining in many places.
The snail was more and more tired, and he thought: "Alas! Mother was quite right. The desert is a horrible place. It makes me exhausted."
In fact, he was getting old.
到达森林 Reaching the Wood