Stories in Pictures and Words

Each time appearing from a different direction, shooting past him across the pond.

Turtle stopped a short distance from the shore.

Nature seemed to finally be at peace.

The voice came from behind him.

“You need to stop being the worm.”

“They will kill you.”

Wings folded, tumbling one over the other.

“A swallow I presume, or perhaps a swift.”

“Master Turtle, you of all people should know.”

“Your friend has left us.”