Why do humans label me as ‘slow’ just because the speeds at which I both float and swim are the same to know?

Did they ever consider there are too many wondrous sights to see or that managing a titanic shell must be done so carefully?

Sans turtle time, your pop’s pogonotrophy would wake each day as ZZ Top and hogreeves would return for berserk boars’ ever romp.

Fiddlesticks to those who think like hares focused solely on ‘win the race’—for true triumph is knowing, owning, minding, and keeping one’s own space. ; )

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