Well, you see, there was this snail. He woke from a deep slimy slumber, slithered out of his grassy homestead and blinked his eye stalks at the bright morning sun. After breathing in the fresh warm summer breeze, his attention was stolen from something beautiful. Something so breathtaking, his poor minuscule snail heart would barely take it. His ran - well, slithered - as fast as his shell would allow and leapt - well, slithered, again - up the long plant that held the berry. He was nearly to his beloved - he could almost taste it - and CRACK. The only thing he's ever wanted in his life is gone. Where could it be? His long stalks peered through grass blade after blade, only to find nothing. If he had feet, they would be dragging as he wandered away into the tall stems. And lo and behold, the berry! As if waiting for his embrace, it lay vacant in an opening of grass. As he approach it with anticipation and pure joy, another snail emerges from the grass! With alluring eye stalks and a shiny shell, our antagonist forges he ever loved another, and they embrace.