I will use my foot," and drawing back his foot he kicked the door so hard that his foot went through the wooden panel and stuck there. He tried to pull it out, but he could not. Just imagine how he felt! He was obliged to wait with one foot on the ground and the other in the door for the rest of the night. In the morning the door was opened. The good Snail had taken only nine hours in descending the stairs, and as might have been expected, was wet with perspiration from her exertions.
"What are you doing with your foot in the door?" she asked laughing.
"It was an accident. Kind Snail, do try and help me."
"My boy, you need a carpenter, and I have never learned that trade."
"Ask the Fairy to help me."
"The Fairy is asleep and cannot be disturbed."
"But what can I do all day with my foot fastened to the door?"
"Amuse yourself by counting the ants that pass by."
