I, Leifgreen, have wrote a little Fan Fiction story for all you people. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

Snide the Snail.

On a relaxing day, warm with bright sunlight, and accompanied by gusts of cool air, emerged Snide the snail. Now, amongst the others, Snide was no normal snail.
He lived in solitary peace inside his murky log, prompted up by rubble and rejected rocks of the brook. And he was also know for his snide behavior and unbearably cruel attitude.
Any monster would dare not cross the raging brook, in fear they would be seen by Snide, and forced out by his irritating questions.

Snide yawned. The hungry snail began his march to the Rain-Forest, East of Henesys, where he dines on leaves every morning. Half way in his advance, a young pig stops to question Snide.
“Hello,” greeted the pig with a smile, “Are you out to look for more leaves?”
“That I am!” Snide replied, avoiding the pig’s eyes. A frown reached the pig’s face.
“I’m sorry, Snide, but last night giant human machines raced through the Rain-Forest, and destroyed the plants and the trees! No wildlife lives there anymore and the humans only left the sweet mushrooms, which live atop heavy tree limbs.”
Snide was shocked, but he dare not let the pig see it on his face. “Then the mushrooms I will find and feast on! I will take a shell-full back to my home with me, and eat until satisfied!”
“Ignorant Snail,” the pig replied with a mensing laugh, “No snail can find sweet mushrooms on his own! We pig’s follow our noses and let scent guide us! You mollusks use your antennas, and the only way to find sweet mushrooms are by there scent!”
Snide examined his pale face and saw he had no nose. “You know nothing!” Snide grimaced, he knew the pig was right, and it made him angry.

Snide strode past log bridges above rushing brooks and dirt roads outlined by thick trees. Past balrog traps and past damp grass and past toppled over hollow trees. Inside the Rain-Forest, East of Henesys, Snide saw how battered it was, trees collapsed atop dirt mounds, deep trenches pressed into the earth, scattered branches tethered together.
A brisk pungent smell crossed Snide, but he couldn’t smell it. He felt it. At the tips of his stubbed antennas he felt an overwhelming feeling surrounding them. The Mushrooms are here, he thought, sweeping the area with his eyes to find the mushrooms. He searched from the bottom of trees to dead plants, and from piles of loose grass to gravely, silver rocks.
And he found nothing. He searched hour after hour, even when it grew dark, he searched.
The young pig afterwards slipped in. He looked down to the snail happily.
“I have searched this entire area,” bellowed Snide, “And I have to see a sweet mushroom! I haven’t found one!”
The pig sighed with pity, leaping across a floating log to the other side of the brook, and up onto a high spindly branch of a pine tree. And sure enough, a cluster of red mushrooms, glistening, caught in the moonlight, stood beside the pig’s hooves. “You forgot, little snail,” the pig cried over the roar of the brook in a teasing tone, “That the mushrooms are across the river!”
Across the river, Snide thought. I his impatiens, he had forgotten he’d forgotten!
His pale face tightened. “Bring the mushrooms to me now!”
“But, Snide,” replied the pig, “did you not say it would be you that would find these mushrooms and return home with a shell-full? Certainly, a snail such as yourself wouldn’t need help from a pig?!”
And with that, the pig tore into the sweet mushrooms, swallowing each one like a starving piglet. Snide stood as still as rock, as he watched the waters of the brook shove over rocks and hoping over logs like scared rabbits, and as if it was taunting him. He already knew he couldn’t pass the brook, and it made him feel sick.
“To prove a pig wrong,” he told himself, “would have been a great mark on my chart of correction!”
And with that, the upset little snail strode off into the darkness, hungry and exhausted.

Moral: Prudence never pays off.

Constructive criticism recommended! ^_^”

I wrote this for a school assignment, in which I was assigned to write a fable about animals. This special version of the story uses MapleStory monsters instead of the original animals used in the essay. As I wrote this, I was determined to get a specific score, or more! As seen below…

My goal is: 90 or more.

My Score: 100, A+! ^_^

Thank you all for reading! ^_^

– Little preacher man.