You think that these days you couldn't get lost.

But you can.

Lost.

I've lost my way.

Every field just looks like the next.

Little snail.

Can you tell where this is?

Do you want me to guide you out of here?

You are not afraid, are you?

Where are you going?

I'm on my way home, my dear.

Why do things always have to change?

I don't want to be on my own again.

Oh, snail, this is a terrible place.

Don't be afraid.

I don't know what I should do.

Be brave, little one. Be brave.

Sleep, little one. Sleep.

And when you wake,

I might be gone.

Sleep.

Look around.

You'll find your own way home.