Rescuing the snail - mission accomplished. I go to the store, I look - a snail. Near the side...

Rescuing the snail - mission accomplished.
I go to the store, I look - a snail.
Near the side of the road lies this - violates the regime of self-isolation. A healthy snail, I have not seen such or I do not remember.
Photographed.
I went on.
Then I think it was necessary to remove it from the side of the road, the snail is a fool, does not realize the danger, the car can run over or someone step on. But he didn’t come back, to me in the other direction.
The next day I walk the same road again.
I remembered about the snail.
I think I should take a look. I'm looking for a snail or something that looks like a smeared snail.
But no, the snail is intact, lies in the same place, again violates the regime of self-isolation.
In general, snail, I don't know if you need it or not, but I will save you now.
He took it in his hands and carried it a few meters from the curb into the lawn, put it in the grass. With a sense of accomplishment and peace of mind, I move on.
Who is great? I'm fine fellow!
Then I heard from behind, the snail regained consciousness, cursing, they say, what kind of idiot did this idiot bring me here, I crawled to that road for a week, now start over. Okay, I came up with the last paragraph. Snails don't swear. Never.