Slowly, the turtle moved his head towards the mouth of his shell, “What if,” he said, just ruminating, in the gentle, round-about, toe-in-the-sand voice he knew he had to use, “What if maybe someone you knew was a turtle?”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous.”
“I mean, surely a turtle would know,” The little window of light was closer. “I mean, I guess maybe even I could be a turtle.”
“No, you’re definitely not. You’d never be a turtle.”
And he stopped, and shrank back.
Probably best to stay in the dark more.
Not like anyone needed to know he was a turtle.