
I didnt mean for it to be crushed... poor snail from Bedok Reservoir Park got squashed with a 'crack!' sound under my crocs slippers as I was walking innocently along the pathway. Who is to know that the snail would walk the same road as me in the opposite direction. Sadly, it died on the spot with its cold juice all splattered across my feet. My mum asked me why i didnt bring it back to make Escargot (a delicacy made of snails in France)... ermm pls ah
In loving memory of 'wo niu'