Turtles

This is You Could Be Mine, one of 30 songs on the double album.

Love Turtles.

Who didn't love

Turtles?

Had the little book

with the stamps.

Yeah, Turtles was fantastic.

When we come back, Vernell Brown III, maybe the best punt returner in the country.

after a while one swan said what shall we do with her we cannot swim about this way very long the other said let us ask big turtle he will probably call a council then we shall know what to do they swam around to big turtle and asked him what to do with the woman on their backs big turtle at once sent a runner with a moccasin to the animals so they came at once for a great counsel the counsel talked a long while then some one stood up and asked about the tree he said perhaps divers might go down and get just a little earth from its roots if they knew where it had sunk big turtle said yes if we can get earth perhaps we might make an island for this woman so the swans took them all to the place where the tree had fallen in the waste of waters big turtle called for divers first down went otter the best of them all he sank at once out of sight he was gone a long long while at last he came up but he gasped and was dead then muskrat was sent down he also was gone a long long while muskrat also died next beaver was sent down to get earth from the roots of the tree Beaver also was drowned.

Many animals were drowned.

Big Turtle called, Who will offer to go down for the earth? No one offered himself until at last Old Toad said she would try.

All the animals laughed.

Old Toad was very small and very ugly.

Big Turtle looked her over, but he said, Well, you try then.

down went old toad at last they could not see her at all though she went down slowly then they waited for her to come back they waited and waited and waited they began to say she will never come back then they saw a little bubble break on the water Big Turtle said, let us swim there.

That is where Old Toad is coming up.

Dog played Santa Claus and brought all the presents, and Mr. Squirrel and Mr. Robin and Mr.

Turtle and Jack Rabbit came over, and they all sat around the fire and ate things and told nice stories? You said you would tell about that, and you never did.

I'm going to tell it now, as soon as a little lady gets real still, says the storyteller.

So then the little lady is real still, and he tells the first Snowdin story, which is called Mr.

It made him smile, he said, to hear the different ways people thought of a thing they had never seen.

He said that Mr.

Turtle was the only one who came anywhere near to what a menagerie really was.

Of course, Mr.

It's loopholes all the way down.

No, it's turtles all the way down.

Turtles all the way down.

Turtle, turtle, turtle.

Ah,

tree's very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet.

But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.

I was more of a Turtles fan.

Several migrant seabirds halted here and finding the spot exactly suited to their needs made it their home, laying their large eggs barely upon the smooth sand and rearing in happy aloofness from all enemies their voracious broods.

Turtles no longer disdained the scanty beach as a safe hatching place for their plentiful stores of eggs and strange waifs from faraway lands were arrested in their weary oscillations about the never-resting ocean and peacefully brought here to a final abiding place.

So fared the uneventful, unnoted procession of days, months, and years until one morning the now abundant happy life of the island awoke as was its wont at the first warm breath of a new day.

A soft blush of indescribable color blends replaced the dark violet of the night sky whose shadows retreated before that conquering dawn as if in haste to allow the advent of its coming glory.

Probably enough has been said to justify simple savages and almost equally simple-minded seamen in bestowing upon the creatures of their dread a name which to them embodies all they are able to conceive of pitiless cruelty, unquenchable ferocity, and unmatchable cunning.

End of chapter 19 Chapter 20 of Idols of the Sea by Frank Thomas Bullen This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

Chapter 20 of Turtle By popular consent the rash act of the daring man who first devoured an oyster has been greatly extolled, but what mead of praise should be awarded to that dim and distant discoverer who first assayed to break into and devour the flesh of the armor-clad tortoise or turtle? All unarmed as he doubtless must have been, except for spear of chipped flint or charred stick, the mere entry within the domus of the reptile, even by way of the leathery neck or flank, must have been no easy feat.

But once having tasted such good meat, how rapidly the news must have been spread by our friend.

Skelm.

Skilpad.

A tortoise.

Skilpad.

Shumbok.

A whip of rhino or hippo hide.

Which was one of my favorite toys back in the day.

Which, yeah, I'm very on board with Mecha Turtle in the Turtles.

I just don't, I wasn't sure initially if I wanted the Turtles in my Kamen Rider, but turns out I actually do, is what we learned.

So, yeah, that was super fun.

I'm excited to see more of his forms.

This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.

Canadian Wonder Tales by Cyrus MacMillan Section 13 How Turtle Came On the shores of a great water in Canada is a land where Indians once dwelt.

In the days of French rule it was a garrisoned fort.

The remains of the old moat and ramparts and stockade are still seen in the centre of what is now a large green meadow, but they are now overgrown with grass, and should you go there on summer days you can see children playing upon them, picking wild flowers and making daisy chains, unmindful of the past fortunes of the spot on which they play.