It was on a Tuesday out in his front garden when the rooster first sprung from Turtle's mind.
It came as quite the surprise.
It came as quite the surprise.
Turtle had always imagined that when the rooster finally materialised, it would have been a beautiful bird of great mystique and presence; not the tiny, unkempt creature that now sat startled in front of him.
But, today was the day, it seemed, that Turtle would finally hear the rooster speak.
So, long into the evening, Turtle waited quietly in the grass. Then finally, just as Turtle began to slip into a hazy dream of this morning's biscuits, the rooster rose slowly to his feet and said
"...milk, no sugar, thanks"
Well, that's that question answered.
Block Print Rooster Stuffie by artgoodies.
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Rubber Stamp Set by HelloKia
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And The Rooster Print by ridiculorum
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But, today was the day, it seemed, that Turtle would finally hear the rooster speak.
So, long into the evening, Turtle waited quietly in the grass. Then finally, just as Turtle began to slip into a hazy dream of this morning's biscuits, the rooster rose slowly to his feet and said
"...milk, no sugar, thanks"
Well, that's that question answered.
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