HOW THE TURTLE GOT HIS DINNER
It was the small black turtle’s dinner time. He drew in his head and watched. A bluebottle buzzed by, singing. Snap! out came the turtle’s head. The bluebottle’s song was over, the turtle was eating him for dinner.
“A bluebottle is a delicious morsel,” said the turtle aloud to anyone who might happen to be passing.
He dined that day on foolish bluebottles who didn’t know he had a head.