Thú thước ốc sên / Snail tape measure

God gave me a mission, to take a snail out for a walk.

I couldn’t walk too fast. The snail was already doing its best and yet why had it made only a little progress? I urged it, fooled it and blamed it. The snail looked apologetically at me, as if telling me, “I have already done my best!”
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Huh? I smelled the fragrance of flowers … oh there’s a garden on this side. I felt the breeze; I wasn’t aware that the night breezes were so gentle. I heard the chirping of birds and insects. I saw a a sky full of stars; it was so beautiful!

Huh? Why didn’t I have such delicate experience before?

Suddenly I remembered. Perhaps I was wrong? God wanted the snail to take me out for a walk.