The turtle quickly goes back to sleep. You gather the muddy baby bird back into you mouth and begin heading back to your cave.
You do not have the energy to sprint this time, and it is a long, tiring walk. You try your best not to drop the baby bird as you keep fighting your way through the rain and cold.
You hear lightening strike from the distance.
You can feel the baby bird shiver in your mouth.
You are tired.
You keep walking.
Eventually, you make it to your cave. It is fairly dry inside. You fall to the ground the second you feel dry rock.
And you sleep.
You choose to…