after having trimmed the butterfly bush i hear ele calling: please
come and have a look, this is so beautiful!
he's sitting on a small rock, looking at a snail house.
that's the house of a snail, i say.
will i get a house too?, he asks, and will it be as lovely as this one, with stripes and all?
well, maybe you should start looking for one, i say, and we could always paint it like this..