I ran, well, I tried. I tried kicking by stubby legs but the weight of my shell made me exhausted. Most tortoises take pride in how slow they are but that sounds absurd to me. I felt my shell on my back as though it was torturing me, mocking me. A thought popped up in my head. Why not get rid of my shell?

I went back and forth rubbing on the floor.

Nothing.

I hit my head on the floor and I win...