One Sunday morning the rain came down – and pop! – out of the ground came a fat and very greedy slug (and about three thousand of his relatives.) He started to look for some food.
On Monday he ate through one row of Cos lettuces. But he was still hungry.
On Tuesday he ate through two lines of spinach, but he was still hungry.
On Wednesday he ate through three cucumber seedlings, but he was still hungry.
On Thursday he ate through four courgette plants, but he was still hungry.
On Friday he ate through five tomato seedlings, but he was still hungry.
On Saturday someone came along with a pair of scissors.
He’s dead now, that greedy bastard. (Shame about the relatives.)