Just as you are ready to despair, the snail slips the rest of the way
down. With relief, you turn to proceed down the path, only to find
yourself up to your armpits in slime.
You pop the shell into your mouth and swallow! Escargo at least has
butter, you think as the shell seems to stick half way down. Oh, No!
You are going to choke to death a million miles from home and no one,
not even Kerri, will ever know what happened.