Til the Little Snail and the Lost Raindrop

In a warm, misty corner of the garden lived a little snail named Til. He was the youngest of all the snails and was known for his endless curiosity — he wanted to touch, smell, and look at everything around him. His tiny tower-shaped shell would wobble a bit whenever he hurried along — as much as a snail can hurry, of course.

Til loved the morning dew more than anything. To him, every drop was a tiny miracle.

But there was one drop he loved most of all. He called it Shiny. It always rested on a mallow leaf right by the entrance to his shell and caught the first beams of sunlight. Til thought of it as his own little star.

But one morning, Shiny was gone.