Animals praise God the Lord for their unique abilities. The Benedictine Drutmar Cremer listens to them. The snail, quite modestly, reminds all the harried people of this world to take a cue from her. "I always arrive. Even without a heart attack." The chameleon, on the other hand, says: "You have granted me the magical gift of transformation. I love being incognito, Lord. Only in this way can I effortlessly catch my treats from the bush next door." Or the flea, who does not lament his bad image in a monologue with God: "Certainly, my appearance is unsolicited, but it is pure charity. I help provide an experience of reality, an insight into the harsh sides of earthly existence.".