Tiny Snail was very small. He moved very, very slow.

Every morning he was late for breakfast. The others were already eating.

He was late for the butterfly parade. The pretty wings had already flown by.

But one day, the big flower opened its petals at just the right time. Tiny Snail was right there!

He saw the honeybee wake up. He saw the sun say hello. He was exactly on time.

"Being on time feels wonderful," whispered Tiny Snail. And it did.