First Tortoise Playdate!, Part 2 (Part 0, 1, 3, 4, 5, and 6)
Once Henry and I had both nommed some clover, we officially met each other! We got off to a rough start when Henry accidentally stepped on me. I was so terrified that I hid completely in my shell and wouldn’t come back out for quite awhile. I even peed all over Mom! I have never had anyone step on me before!!
After Mom cheered me up with radicchio, I tried meeting Henry from above the ground. This went much better! Both Henry and I had never seen another tortoise before, so we got a good look at each other. Henry even gave me piggyback rides!
The gunslinger locked eyes with the outlaw. How long had it been? How many years? It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was this moment, this decision. The spectators held their breath, careful not to make a sound. It was as if time had stopped, only to start again when the gunslinger twitched his trigger paw. 🔫😼🎼 (Sound up.)
You just want to be noticed, you want to be the centre of attention, to have special treatment, to make your mark. But it’s all just a performance. All of it. You perform for me, for your solicitor, your doctors, your nurse, your psychiatrist, even your family. It’s all just one big performance as protection against the dreaded black hole of your heart. Well, guess what, Paul, it’s time to grow up. It’s time to take responsibility for what you’ve done. Let’s stop this pathetic charade.