Morning came soft. Pippa, the tiny purple snail, peeked from bed.
Oh! Her shell was round. Her shell was bright. It went boing boing boing like a balloon.
Pippa wiggled. Up she went, slow and soft, over the pot and the green grass.
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"Oh dear," said Pippa. Her tummy went wobble wobble. Then three ants looked up and giggled.
"Can we ride?" they called. "Yes, hold tight!" whispered Pippa, soft, soft, slow.
The balloon shell went whoosh. The ants went tee-hee. Sparkling rain went drip drop on their noses.
Down, down, down came Pippa. The wet shell gave one last pop and became her cosy shell again.
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"Thank you!" said the ants. Pippa tucked in by a leaf. Drip drop, hush hush. At last, she slept.
