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The Beginning
henever somebody says “that’s
impossible”, I remember a story
Wthat my Grandpa loved to tell
me. Grandpa was a carpenter, and the
story was about a snail, the smallest and
most fascinating carpenter in the world
My Grandpa’s story went like this…
In the green meadow under the old
branches lived a tiny snail. Curled up in
his grubby little home he thought about
all kinds of things. Most of them were
very unusual things for a snail to think
about. He thought about how much
he wanted to carve the old worn-out
looking tree stump and make its surface
gentle and nice. He thought of it during
the days and dreamed of it at night, how
he could carve the wood. Oh, the snail
had such a great wish to be a carpenter.
