(One introduction later)
Story teller: "This tale is about a boy who cares about nothing but gardens and mistreating slugs. His name is Norris Entwhistle. Spindalshanks wants to take a peek at this tale. Don't you Spindalshanks?"
(Spindalshanks nods)
Story teller:" At the gardens at 43 plant street. Norris was always gardening out the back yard. His father LOVED gardening but he could never do it."
Norris: "Oh, I do always love gardening every morning, noon AND night. The sun is my best friend."
Norris' mom: "This is supposed to be a garden for all of us, Norris."
Story teller: "Said his mother".
Norris' dad: "I never get a chance to look after the garden with you always using it and killing all the slugs. The little houses we made are for the slugs."
Story teller: "Explained his father."
Norris: "But I HATE slugs. They are shell-les snails that ruin all the crops and plants."
Story teller: "He never should have said that out loud! For that night. There was a glow from the moon that shone upon the slugs and they started to grow and become faster!"
(Story teller laughts evily.)
Story teller: "In the morning, when Norris woke up with a start: He got the shock of his life! Giant slugs were surrounding him and just in front of him a slug with lipstick and a tiara. It was a princess slug!"
Norris: "What do you want?!"
Story teller: "The princess slug said nothing. But then she started to move her head closer to him and puckered her lips. Norris realised what was going to happen!"
(Kissing sound and sounds of Norris' sounds muffling.)
Story teller: "A few minutes later, Norris' parents entered his bedroom, where they found ... nothing but a gloomy looking giant slug. "the only thing that gets rid of slugs" said Norris' father, "is to throw salt on them"
With that, Norris' father threw a heap of salt at the gloomy slug, who fizzled away in front of their eyes, not realising who it was they were disintigrating.
(Story teller laughs evily.)
(End of tale.)
Story teller: "So remember: Think before you speak, and dont abuse gardens, or the creatures that lurk there, Otherwise you could end up like: NORRIS!?"
(Story teller laughs evily.)
(end credits roll.)
