Fare thee well, Fred-o

I am sad to report the following tragic blog statement: Fred has been let out. Snailyland is now an empty fish tank with dirt in it. Today my dad made it incredibly clear that Fred needed space and fresh air, like everyone does. We saved his life from the parking lot at co-op, we helped him through the winter, but he needed to go in the woods and be with other snails. He is now perched on a huge rock in my backyard forest, where he will be much happier. I miss him a lot already, and my sister even cried, but he's much better off this way. Never again will you hear talk of a small snail my sister rescued. You will no more read of Snailyland and its great snailness. This post is firmly and completely dedicated to Fred, and in no way may be copied or transmitted unless written consent of the author, ME. Please pay respect to copy rite that I'm gonna post another time. Fred, have an awesome time out there buddy. You were real majestic, pal. (Cool word, huh?)