Once Upon a Time, a long long ago there lived a tiny purple turtle. It was so small it moved with the wind, floating from place to place. never quite landing and never quite settled. For as soon as it felt it's tiny feet hit the ground a sudden gust of wind would swoop it up to another foreign land.
It found itself one day landing in what looked like an oasis in the middle of the dessert. It seemed to the turtle as though everyone spoke a foreign language no matter where the wind would drop it next. It wasn't that the turtle didn't understand what others said, for it had flown far and near and learned so many tongues that it understood everything everyone said. It was more that while he understood the literal meaning of the words, he couldn't quite understand the people, why they said and did things that seemed to contradicct each other.
Every once in a while, though, this turtle would come upon beings that were different. People who all seemed to speak the same language no matter what tongue they spoke in. People that would probably never meet int heir entire lives, or know of each other's existence. It was a kind of quiet pleasure for this turtle, a kind of constant, that it knew if it were ever to get all these people in the same room, they would understand each other.
What this turtle didn't know was that this place he had newly been dropped in, was a place that would be different than all the ones before. The wind had not intended to drop this tiny turtle in the oasis, but winds can be fickle children with ADD. This particular wind was on it's way to the biggest city in the world, but as it crossed the dessert, It suddenly became distracted by all the sand and emptiness and life that seemed to cover the desert. Without thinking, it dropped the tiny turtle on the oasis and flung itself full force into making the sand dance and move in the most amazing ways.
TBC (To be continued)
