They all began thinking of another way to get out. After a
while, one of the snails said, "Maybe you could stay down here
and we will bring you food every day."
"NO!," cried the frog. "Please, consider that option only as a
last resort! There must be another way!"
"But I've met other frogs like you. Aren't you going to die in
a few weeks anyway?"
"Yes, but I don't want to spend my last days down here."
So they thought again.
"I have a possible solution," a snail finally offered. "When
you first climbed on our shells, there was no problem because
your weight was pushing the shells down on our backs. When
we climbed the walls, the force of your weight shifted so that
our shells were being pushed across our backs and we felt them
"So?" the others asked in unison.
"This tells me that the part of our bodies connecting the shell
to our backs can withstand strong compressive forces but not
"So?" they said again.
"Maybe instead of carrying you, we can build you a stairway
with our bodies leading out of here. We'll get about 200 snails
together to do it. There will not be a problem this time
because of the reasons I just gave."
A series of "Ahhhh's" then followed as a wave of simultaneous comprehension
swept though the group. "It's certainly worth trying."
So the snails climbed out and called to all their friends
for help. They knew they would need a lot of snails so they went
deep into the forest to find as many as they could.