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Sully the Slug

By: Melanie Pieper

Written By Melanie Pieper Dedicated to and supported by my family, my literacy teacher, Jan Hobart, and to my closest friend, Anda Yoshina. Inspired by the creativity of my uncle Frank. All alone, a very bored slug slid on the muddy floors of a jungle filled with a rich variety of different kinds of plants and

animals. He dragged his tiny body along, his eyelids drooping and his frown, on his slimy face, deep.

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This slug was not a creature to smile. Besides, did he have a reason to? A slimy skin, a small body, and two big round eyes wouldnt make anybody else smile, so why should he? That was his life: to make other not smile.

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So the frowning slug slowly made his way around pebbles, underneath daisies and over twigs. It was a slow life and a very boring life for this poor little slug. He wanted to be fast, to be quick and to get to places in a flash!

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