He crawled labouriously across the muddy ground trying desperately not to leave a trail
The enemy zoomed round the sky in search of him.
If they spotted him he would be dead meat.
Surrounded by lush vegetation, he desperately tried to avoid the traps they'd set to destoy him.
Why don't gardeners like us slugs?
Dad's battle with the snail inspired this one.
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