They came from big cities and small towns. They had little shells and big shells. All of them were excited and happy to attend the World Snail Convention.

This year it was being held in New York City. Country snails wanted to see Times Square. The snails from New Jersey took the Path train while the Long Island snails were delayed because of signal problems with the Long Island Rail Road.

Eventually all the snails arrived at Central Park. The chefs cut up all the veggies for the stew and the water was boiling. The snails waved their eye stalks trying to soak up the delicious aroma from the stew.

Then the unimaginable happened. Some of the snails in the back started pushing. They wanted to see how the stew was being prepared. The snails in front next to the giant pot tried to hold their ground but it was hopeless.

One by one the snails plopped into the boiling water.

One hour later the snail stew was ready.

Tourists from all over flocked to the park. Even the jaded residents of New York City came to have a taste.

The snail stew was the best anyone had ever tasted.

There is nothing better than a good snail stew.