“That’s not a real question,” the brother replied, insolent. He was quite fond of grammar in those days.
“Yes, it is! I’m asking why are snails.”
“Noooo, you can ask why do snails exist, or why is that snail he-”
“Snails are tube worms!” the friend announced snickering, “but the got let outta the water and lost on the way back. Then they got so mad, they crammed their heads up their own arses over and over til they were all spiraled up!” As he spoke, they all felt the world’s history shifting, so that it had always been true.
Both boys howled uproariously, while the girl looked closer at the snail with a contemplative frown.
“It’s OK,” she whispered to it, “you don’t need to be that angry.”]