Well, I searched and searched last night, checking the jetting by my lamplight, the tiny clothes still there.
Then, this morning I found a group of hungover snails! Apparently this is what happened; the snails were having a party on a lilly-pad and all sorts of ruff housing was going on!
Well, when the little things swam by, the snails persuaded them to come aboard and join the party.
A great time was had till big Eric, a slimmy fellow with a snail eye patch, started drinking blueberry wine. The day went down hill fast (snails cannot hold there drink)!
Luckily, just then the fairy ferry appeared and the tiny folk travelled to the little terminal, wrapped in
blankets and drinking cocoa.
