Acordava cedo todos os dias e levava seu caramujo para passear. Caminhavam entre a terra da textura e descobriam novas formas e motivos a cada dia. Voltavam para casa felizes, certos de que não eram objetos ou coisas lisas num mundinho sem graça. Eram Creuzo e Caramujo.
Creuzo was a good guy.
Used to wake up early every day in order to get his snail to take a walk. They walked between the texture land and found new forms and draws each day. Then they could return home happy, knowing that they were not objects or smooth things in a little world without grace. They were Creuzo and Snail.