Jimmy was only 2 years old when he first dreamt of exploring the big city. Back then his uncle Grealish would tell him countless fairy tales about a place where lettuce pieces littered the ground as far as the slime trail could carry you.
But that wasn’t the only reason he wanted to go. He was 4 now, basically an adult, and the countryside had nothing to offer him anymore. The hibiscus-peddle musicians bored him, the work was repetitive, and his friends seemed far too disinterested in the unknown wonders of the world.
Although the journey wouldn’t be a walk in the park, he was sure that he could make it there before next summer. His uncle used to tell him about these giant rolling monstrosities that were immensely helpful for quick transportation. As dangerous as they could be, they also served as great protection against pesky predators.
“Nothing bad will happen,” he assured his mother, “and before you know it, I’ll be back.”
Then, on a rainy Sunday morning, he ate an extra piece of lettuce, fastened his shell, and set out on his first major adventure.
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