‘Piss off human!’, it said.
Minicipent Duffelbag was surprised. The snail had a distinctive shell. She had seen it before.
And now it was talking.

Slurmbula Flowerback had spent hours slithering for the food.
‘I love this food‘, he thought as he ate, ‘if only that human would go away.‘

He had tried:
-Nothing
And found himself flying over a ditch, carrying an urge to remonstrate.

Retirement suited Minicipent.
She enjoyed growing vegetables.
‘I love this food’, she thought when she ate, ‘if only I could keep those slugs at bay.’
She had tried:
– Flinging the snail away.