Slug Life – A Foot Novella

“Did you get your shell painted, Wolfgang?” I asked as I edged towards the jutting outcrop.
“My name is Heinrich, I don’t know why you keep calling me Wolfgang. And to answer your question, yes, it’s called Morning Blossom, do you like it?” He asked me from afar.
“I think it’s pretty original, I’ve never seen a shell like that before. Hey, you know who has a cool shell, that guy with two shells stacked on top of each other, he’s over there, on the other foot. Can you see him?” I waited as Heinrich gently slid over the veins, away from the jutting toes.
“No, I don’t believe I can,” he seemed disappointed.
“Watch out, that part’s hairy,” I told him as he approached a patch of thick, dark hair.
“I think we better leave, dude. Our foot host is eating chips, I don’t wanna end up like Sodium Steve.” I said as I maneuvered to the exit ramps on either side of the foot.