Seymour woke up in a happy mood. He took a puddle bath. He did his morning stretches, nibbled his leafy greens, and drank a bit of dew. Seymour looked out his window. He felt inspired, so he painted a few pictures. Then he checked his calendar. "Oh goody," said Seymour. "My friends are coming over today." He looked around his leafy home. "Uh-oh," he said. "I'd better hide my paintings." Seymour hoped to be a great artist someday. But he felt shy about showing his work. So he gathered his brushes. He hid his puddle paintings under the sofa. He stashed his leaf prints behind a lamp. But how could he hide his big mud sculptures? "Hmm," said Seymour. "I have an idea..." He covered one sculpture with a tablecloth and a vase of flowers. He covered the other one with a hat. Seymour oozed back to see how it looked. "I hope no one notices," he said. Excerpted from The Amazing Trail of Seymour Snail by Lynn E. Hazen All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
