*hums softly*
Once there were two box turtles. And they lived in a nice boxey house with nice round folks who treated them right.
But you see Gregory and Sarah, whose names incidently didn't define their sex since Gregory was the female and Sarah the male... they fell deeply in love. Confined within captivity, captivity they once love for it gave them security.... they grew weary of the round folks and their squarish house.
And this bond, this special turtle love grew within them.
One day Gregory had had enough, one of the little kids kept putting them within her turtle house even though Sarah was being played with, with another. And Gregory called out to her love to come over, but Sarah could not.
And that night they talked into the depths of the night, in turtle tongues. Deciding captivity simply wasn't for these two turtles. These two turtles deeply in love, in the throws of young longing and desire. They could not bear it.
So when the opportunity came they darted out of the house and into the wilderness. Where dogs and raccoons and cats and all manner of woe prey upon even the larger turtles. And they were just two little box turtles. Deeply in love.
Walking south from their arboreal home in Wisconson they sojourned for many days. Walking under the cool of the night across smalls roads and up tall hills. Seeing little ahead of them (for what are turtle eyes) and knowing nothing of where they were going.
And their hearts sang, for they were... two little turtles deeply in love.
Days went by and then weeks, till several months had passed. And then they reached the first obstacle they had come across which gave them pause.
A mighty causeway with cars and trucks rumbling by. The noise was that of impending doom and the ground trembled as they came up to it.
The two of them turned their slow turtle necks to look at one another. And contemplated their situation. How could they cross, where such monsterous beasts ran? How could they so small make way across the wide hard road?
Captivity was not an option, home was not home. Home was with each other, and the sky was their roof, and the ground their floor and each other's heart their possession.
So these two turtle, Gregroy and Sarah walked across route 66. Trucks zoomed over them, cars swerved around them. And their hearts did not tremble. Did not tremble, because there is nothing to fear in all the world accept being alone. And this roadway could never seperate them even during this the most dreadful of circumstance.
Slowly they made there way. And with rejoicing reached the other side. Where they frolicked and grazed and did what little turtle do, when little round boys aren't watching them.
THE END
