Sometimes I feel like a turtle. I like taking it slow.
Before my rabbit died (don’t say I killed it. I didn’t kill it. It died. All by itself) we raced my turtle against it (think tortoise vs. hare), and no one won. The turtle crawled to the side, and then back to the starting point, and the rabbit hopped forward, made it almost to the end, and sat down.
Sometimes I feel like a turtle and want to eat some worms.
Sometimes I feel like a turtle in a tank, and sometimes I feel like a turtle in the ocean.
Sometimes I feel like a turtle, retreating into my shell when the world gets too weird for me.
Sometimes I feel like a turtle when I peek my head out again, check if the coast is clear, and start walking.
Sometimes I feel like a turtle when I wear a green shirt.