“……and now we practice terrapin therapy to get out of this mess!”
“Hey, You! What you meansies, all stompsies my juicy buggsies?”
spit out Old Turtley, thirsting all along on many turns and twists of trail,
blaming Spottedy Goat for all this thirsting cause of planted truggsies
Dear Goatie must perform to keep Friend Riders on board, hearty and hail.
“Hey ye ol’ Spotted One, what for you blew so hard on me tender wings,”
whined Ugly Bird flapping just above Dear Goatie’s nose to cool her feathers,
seeking cooling from hot desert mountain swirls as she swings and sings,
yet caring not bout Spottedy’s labors to bear up friends in these weathers.
“Whist you flappsies that stinking ol’ tail mongst all our faces?”
cried Littley Lamb and Old Shepherd and Cross-Eyed Dog toddling so close
behind Dear Goatie for fear of fallin’ behind and fear of slidin’ in traces
of ol’ rock slides yet blamin’ Dear Goatie for his own goatie-ness of pose.
All this while a jewel-shelled terrapin watched and blinked around the bend.
All this while a dear little rainbow-patched terrapin did blink and think.
All this while the multi-toned terrapin began to pull into shell in a trend
Needed to look inward, to ponder under which stoney word Spottedy would sink.
Dear followers and friends, please ponder and wonder what action Spottedy will next take!
What would you do?
What should Friends do?
Stay tuned for Part Two of the healing that comes with terrapin therapy!
granbee 