Maurice accidentally sautéed his beloved pet snail. As it fried, it moved in the pan in a strange, almost rythmic pattern.

On the gravestone in the backyard, Maurice wrote, “He was slow to make friends until he started coming out of his shell, but sadly his hopes were ultimately crushed…”

This story was assembled using pieces sent to me via Twitter from @MoosePhysh, @gameking128, and @piers_hollott.