Cecil

There was no plant that Cecil wouldn't' eat. Daffodils; crunch.
Lettuces; munch. Violets; lunch. From time to time, Cecil even went
into the nettle patch behind the shed for a tangy snack. He roamed
over his garden, feasting at will. The other snails, vociferous
eaters themselves, held Cecil in awe. Some of the youngsters would
eve go looking for the toughest, stringiest, most disgusting plant
matter they could find and challenge Cecil to eat it. Cecil always
triumphed.

One day, Cecil was feasting on some fresh cabbage. Without warning,
the sun disappeared into shadow. As swiftly as he knew how, Cecil
withdrew into his shell. But even Cecil's mighty
suction-stomach-foot was not enough to anchor him to the brassica as
the blackbird flapped up in to the air. Cecil quivered in fear,
waiting for the bird beak to rend his flesh away from the loving home
of his shell. But the bird was distracted and Cecil clattered and
bounced into a patch of plants.

The snail waited in his shell for a little while, just to be sure
that the bird had gone. All seemed to be fine. Cecil stuck his head
out and bumped into a plant. Mmm, lunch. The first bite didn't go
down too well; in fact it came back up again. Maybe the impromptu
flight had upset his stomach. Oh well, more food would sort that
out. But no, the second bite wouldn't stay down either. Could it
be? A plant that Cecil couldn't eat? What would he do?