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On the same school trip to France,

We woke up on the first day to a chilly, damp Normandy morning.

We stumbled into our clothes and, bleary eyed like only surly teenagers can be, we stumbled one by one out of the front door into the short, open air bit that led to were breakfast was to be served only to be greeted by the sight of dozens and dozens of snails (no, not to eat).

They were on the walls, the window ledges, the grass, and, of course, covering the path between our door and the one opposite that was to be our destination.

Now...you may think you know where this is going. You may think...teenage boys...snails...this is obvious...

Well, you'd only be half right.

We were actually quite a nice bunch of boys and girls. The bastard ones hadn't been allowed on the trip.

The downside to this was that only a handful of my friends were there, the rest of the kids were the horribly enthusiastic, swotty ones who were on almost permanently on the verge of ejaculation because they were going to get to see the Bayeux sodding Tapestry that day.

Included among these was Andrew.

Who, while we were staring in awe at the sheer number of snails, came bounding down the corridor behind us, bright eyed and bushy tailed and oh so keen to learn...learn...LEARN...

He run past us and, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunched his way down the path, slowing down and stopping half way as he realised something wasn't right.

And then he looked at the carnage he had created. 10? 12? 15? crushed snails leading a path to where he stood.

He looked at us.

We were still a bit stunned and hadn't started laughing.

His lips trembled...his eyes welled up...

We still hadn't started laughing

He whimpered 'but...but...but...I'm a vegetarian!' and the tears fell like a waterfall.

And then we started laughing.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 15:04, Reply)