

TurtleFloating. He likes floating, there in his bubble of lazy slowness and light. There is no hurry, the place where hes headed will still be there in another hour. Slowly, languidly, left leg, right leg. Up for air, down again. Repeat the process. Whats that? Somewhere to the side, look. Its a bit foggy, cant see it just yet. Oh well, not important. Back to floating. Follow the same route, over and over. Always. Movement again. Closer now, too close. Cant look fast enough. Teeth! The shark . . . Retreat! Inside, its safe. He has armor, the shark will get tired, hes too big for its mouth. Hell go awaTurtle
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