Slug came out of his hole in the garden. His extensible eyes looked around for predators. He didn’t see any. Then, he looked on the ground. It had been snowing.

“I’ve never seen snow before!” Slug exclaimed. “I hope it stays for Christmas.”

He rushed as quickly (for a slug) as he could to slither through it, making snow angels. As he was in the process of making a snowball, he began to convulse violently. Slime started to ooze from his body.

“What’s wrong with him,” asked Blue Jay as he frolicked in the birdbath, trying to figure out if Slug was safe to eat.

“He didn’t get the memo,” said Frog puffing on a cigarette compulsively. “It didn’t snow.”

“What an idiot,” said Pigeon as he was pecking at grains of rice.

“Yeah, total retard,” said Seagull as he swallowed bits of Alka Seltzer tablets.

Moral: Slugs shouldn’t play in salt.