A Matter of Perspective
The rain had ended. The sun was shining. A beautiful rainbow arched across the sky.
"Isn't this a beautiful day?" the robin chirped contentedly.
"That, my friend," said the snail, as he raised his mud-soaked face, "is a matter of perspective."
"Isn't this a beautiful day?" the robin chirped contentedly.
"That, my friend," said the snail, as he raised his mud-soaked face, "is a matter of perspective."
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