You sit down before the turtle. You let the baby bird out of your mouth. It curls up to your underside, which is not soaking from the rain yet. You cover it with your head, gently and carefully.
The rock fell from the sky on an exceedingly bright day, the turtle tells you. It was a lovely day for most things but not for turtles. Turtles, relying completely on their immediate surroundings to regulate their body temperature, had a very difficult time staying cool that day. The turtle goes on to tell you that the day the rock fell from the sky was a very miserable day for him indeed.
Then the turtle stops talking.
Hw looks at you with the most sincere face and asks, what was I talking about?
You choose to…