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On a rainy afternoon, a child plays with his snails. He falls along with them in a dreamy snail circus.

A young boy sits in his tree house on a rainy day, the far off pennants of the circus fluttering above the big top. Investigating the contents of a red box uncovers a host of multi-colored gastropods, snails to you or me. Now there are lots of things a young French boy can do with snails but this fellow places one on a convenient piece of string allowing it to enact the first of a series of gravity defying feats before, ladies and gentlemen, our very eyes, in a performance that develops to incorporate the boy himself in the action.—Anonymous

In most kids' eyes, the grey and uninspiring rainy days are the worst. Having holed himself up in a tiny, ramshackle tree house, suddenly, a sad boy has an epiphany: what if he trained his hand-picked collection of garden snails to act as intrepid circus acrobats? Indeed, this is a marvellous idea. Now, the possibilities are endless. Would you pay to see his exciting escargot performers in the magnificent circus of slime?—Nick Riganas