Know any Turtles?

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.