Tortie Day at the Beach. (Or rather the marshland before the beach..)
I may not be an English guy walking my tortoise to the pub. Or an old Japanese man strolling thru town with my skirt wearing tortoise. But hes like my cool party trick. Passersby are a mix of shocked, flabberghasted, and intrigued. Would’ju look at that, a turtle on the beach!
And I smile, and tell them how old he is, let them poke and pet his shell, let their dogs sniff then bark at him, let them ooh and aah. And there is one consistency. One thing that never fails. Everyone, EVERYONE has a turtle story. And they always share theirs with Shredder and I.
Hashtag: Bringing the World Back Together, one Turtle Story at a Time. 🐢