I was learning how to fight.

Actually, I think I may claim this doodle is so good that I do not even need to label it.

That snail was about to charge.

The snail shot out its horns.

Very simple at the start.

Seems a snail fell into a French nuclear reactor.

Snails have been eating our lettuces.

Bob ate the snail, then vomited.

Might freak me out.

This third spiral, however, is good for all sorts of things.

At the sight of cooked snails, Jane turned pale.

The trout goes upstream step by step!

One approach and this approach is super slow.

You're helping him discover the garden by just pointing out these snails.

By the way, if you are a boy, it's snails if you're a girl, it's butterflies because what we found was that girls hate snails.

They still do what they've done for ages, their enemies long gone.

The taxi seemed to go as slowly as a snail.

I was doing a pathetically slow speed of about 1.3 knots, and they were doing only marginally less pathetic speed of about 1.4 it was like two snails in a mating dance.

The further off from England the nearer is to France Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

And it was looking good for a while, but I left it outside, because you had to leave it outside to dry, and unfortunately I came back and there were snails eating the unhydrolyzed bits of potato.

You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!

So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now and then treading on her toes when they passed too close, and waving their forepaws to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle sang this, very slowly and sadly