You stand up, revealing the baby bird under your chin. It has gotten muddy as the rain continued to pour throughout the turtle’s story. It seems to be fairly warm, luckily. Your layers of fur and fat are to thank for that.
The turtle stretches his neck toward the baby bird. He squints.
He asks you why you have a baby bird with you.
You tell him about finding the creature in your cave just earlier today.
The turtle nods his head.
He asks, have you tried eating the bird?
You choose to…