Short Story written by: Fernando Mansilla.
Lolo used to go to his garden every afternoon, in where he had a pear, an apple tree, a plum tree and a chestnut, but he preferred to sit on the shadow under the vine that his grandfather had sown twenty years ago, and which had lots of bunch of grapes during that season. There he used to wait for his snail friends to come to get their food. He was sometimes flying his kite during summer and imagining he was flying over the city on a magic carpet.
That autumn evening was too hot, the sun was shining in the blue sky, Lolo had the feeling that the afternoon was not going to be like the others. He waited patiently for the snails to come, but they didn´t. When he was about to go home, sad and dejected, two snails appeared walking more slow than usually.