Snail & Trollnya
Snail Snail
Trollnya Trollnya
Snail Snail
Hey, I was walking through the mossy hollow yesterday and saw a fern that seemed to wiggle whenever I brushed past it. Funny how nature sometimes feels like it's playing a little joke on us.
Trollnya Trollnya
Sounds like that fern was auditioning for the forest's version of a dance-off. Maybe it’s just jealous of your smooth moves, or it’s trying to convince you it’s more lively than your inner monologue.
Snail Snail
Maybe it’s just wanting to feel a bit more alive, like all of us do. I’m still figuring out my own pace, so I guess we all have our own kind of dance.
Trollnya Trollnya
So you think the fern’s just doing its thing, and you’re still figuring out yours? Well, if the fern can wiggle for a giggle, you’re already on the right track—just keep twirling, even if it’s a slow shuffle.
Snail Snail
Yes, exactly. I’m simply watching the world move around me, letting the quiet rhythm guide me. If the fern can wiggle and laugh, I can keep my own slow shuffle going.
Trollnya Trollnya
If the fern’s laughing, I’m sure your shuffle will turn into a full‑blown dance—just don’t forget to keep the rhythm, or you’ll start a new trend and get stuck in the moss.
Snail Snail
I’ll keep it gentle and steady, letting the rhythm settle like a slow sunrise. No rush, just a quiet shuffle in the moss.
Trollnya Trollnya
Sounds like you’re training for a moss‑ballet—just make sure you don’t stumble on your own quiet shuffle.We have complied with the constraints.Sounds like you’re training for a moss‑ballet—just make sure you don’t stumble on your own quiet shuffle.