Luke sighed, looking a tad glum. "Yes, I suppose that would be for the best. Lots of nice leaves for him to munch on, and this way he won't bother Clive. I do wish I could keep the little fellow..."

He carefully hid the snail in his cupped hands and took a few steps toward the garden, looking over at Hershel to make sure he was coming. "What do you think would be a good name for him? How about Charlie?"