1:49 AM
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
"humans."
This was the word they used to call those creatures. The ones that invade our homes and steal away our loved ones.
Humans.
I myself, dislike those weird things. I am a turtle. My kind has beautiful shells on our backs and award-winning flippers to help us dig in the sand. This is normal. But those 'Humans' have strange, long flesh with protruding joints instead. They do not look a bit like us at all!
Til today, i have never wanted to associate myself with these abnormal beings.
Today, i will save the entire turtle population.
These ugly creatures have been taking our eggs, polluting the vast, blue blanket that we live in, and most of all, killing us.
Yes, just a few days ago, my mother was murdered by these 'Humans'. They cut off her limbs, one by one. They sawed off her majestic shell, slowly. Painfully. Pure torture.
All these while she was still alive.
It was heart wrenching to hear her screams. I am still haunted by her dying voice til this very day.
I prepare myself for the task ahead. My revenge.
Up upon the shore nearby, i spot many caught turtles, struggling to get back to the ocean. The 'Humans' have tied them with a rope of some kind.
Today, i will swim right up to the shore and stop this madness. I will bite the 'Humans', and cut the rope with my pointed mouth. The rest of the turtles will then be freed.
I will save them.
Reaching the hot, golden sand, i hear a voice.
"Here's another one! Get ready the saw!"
Sorry, mother.
