Lessons From Turtle

Some days you have to pull in, tuck up, and regenerate. Some days you lumber through the world, and everything else must get out of your way.

Like a turtle. Turtles are underrated as a species, the butt of jokes about being slow and trying to cross roads. But turtles are amazing creatures, in real life and in folklore.

(I interviewed one once…see below.)

My favorite story about a jerk getting himself out of being a jerk belongs to a turtle, in fact……

Turtle was in a foul temper, which is why he crashed headlong into Elephant’s foot.

Elephant looked down. “Hey, little buddy. You hurt yourself? You were going fast there.” He trumpeted a laugh.

Sucking in air, Turtle growled, “You think you’re a big bad jungle animal? Ha! I could take you with one claw tied behind my shell.”

Elephant blinked. He raised his foot and hovered it over Turtle, who resisted the urge to pull in, as Elephant weighed his options.

“That’s right, take the easy way!” Turtle shouted. “I challenge you to a real duel.”

Lowering his foot, Elephant leaned against a tree as he laughed. “You… me… hahahoho okay, little guy. You’ve got this coming. Say where and when.”

“Edge of the swamp, just before sunset!”

Turtle moved down the road as fast as his legs could carry him, and as Elephant said, “Get your affairs in order, then.”

Straight to the swamp, Turtle went, stuck his head underwater, and yelled, “Yo, Hippo!”

Hippo came up with a loud yawn. “This better be good; you woke me up.”

“I’m stronger than you,” Turtle said, examining his claws with an air of disdain.

Hippo turned his head and gave Turtle side-eye. “You’re… what now?”

“I said what I said. And I’ll prove it. Be in those rushes over there just before sunset. I’m challenging you to a duel!”

Muttering, “You’ve lost your mind; I’ll be there,” Hippo sank into the mud.

That evening, Turtle waited in the tall plants at the edge of the swamp with a heavy vine.

When Hippo appeared, he gave him one end. “When I yell go, pull. First one to pull the other into the bog or onto the land wins.”

With another “You’re crazy,” Hippo took the rope and waited.

Turtle crawled to the land with the other end, and gave it to Elephant, who appeared with a few friends. He got the same instructions, as his friends trumpeted laughter. Turtle crawled into the reed and yelled “Go!’

Hippo pulled; Elephant pulled. For almost an hour they pulled, but neither mighty animal could beat the other.

Finally Turtle yelled, “Stop!” Then he crawled to the bank where Elephant lay, panting with exhaustion.

“Well?” Turtle said, and Elephant looked at him with new respect.

“I had no idea you were so… tough. Truce?” Elephant huffed.

Turtle inclined his head graciously as Elephant’s friends helped him up, casting furtive glances back at Turtle.

Inside the swamp, Hippo’s eyes were glazed. “How did you get so strong?!” he sputtered.

“Kale. I eat a lot of kale. You ready to admit I’m tougher than I look?”

“Absolutely. Hey, could you bring me some kale? I’ll pay you.”

“I’ll think about it,” Turtle turned on his claw and sauntered away.

Moral: If your big mouth gets you in trouble, use your big brain to get out of it.

Don’t Fly With Me–

Jack’s Wednesday guest blog – –

Like many people, I watched replays of 9/11 and the twin towers a couple of days ago, and I was reminded of the horror of it all.

Then I envisaged an imaginary phone conversation that might have happened afterwards between two imaginary characters called Dubya and Tone –

Tone: Hi Dubya – Just wanted to say how everyone here was horrified about what happened, and we send you our thoughts and prayers.

Dubya: Thanks, Tone, and we use thoughts and prayers a lot over here. They’re very useful.

Tone: So, do you have any idea who did this and who’s behind it?

Dubya: Oh, yes – our guys have all the intel. The hijackers were almost all Saudis, and so was the man who planned it. The pilots got their visas through the Saudi embassy and trained over here.

Tone: So you’ll be hitting the Saudis hard, then? Bomb them back to the Stone Age like your Dad did in Iraq?

Dubya: Well, not exactly. There’s the oil and our arms sales to them, and some are good friends.

Tone: What, then?

Dubya: Unfinished business in Iraq.

Tone: But they didn’t have anything to do with it, and one of our best scientists is part of the UN team that just concluded they don’t have any WMDs.

Dubya: You’d do me a big favor if you could take care of that and join me in what I’ll call ‘Operation Crusade’.

Tone: Done – he committed suicide in the woods near his house – no witnesses and no inquiry. So the guy behind this is in Iraq? I think he’s called Bin Laden? Isn’t crusade a bit provocative?

Dubya: He’s in the mountains between Afghanistan and Pakistan, and my good friend has interests there. We need a pipeline through there to get oil to the Indian Ocean.

Tone: Well, far be it for me to say, but we tried it in the 1800s, and the Soviets tried it in the 1900s, and both of us failed.

Dubya: So, can I count on you?

Tone: Of course!

Bin Laden: Perfect – – – –

Jack: I didn’t show Wendy this post.