Then came the day when the turtle
was tired of her protective shell.
Sure, it had helped her survive,
but retreating is no way to live.
She flipped through the catalog
until she found the removable,
realistic great white shark fin,
dorsal, size medium. Just right.
It came with a strap to adjust it
to her carapace and a carrying case
for times when she’d rather be truer
to her turtle nature. It was awkward
at first, the way the other fish
scarpered when she came around.
Yeah, she felt powerful, but
to be honest, the ocean felt
a little too lonely then. Of course
she liked feeling safer, heck,
even the fishermen stayed away,
but the fin was cumbersome and
just plain strange. After a few days,
she decided to give it away
to a crab who admired it.
Let the sharks be sharks, she thought,
and she reveled in her shell, how
it allowed her body to be so very soft.
