Hello there. Where am I? I can’t see anything at all. I can’t move either. I’m green. I look like a helmet or a deformed Lima bean. I don’t feel like a helmet or a Lima bean.
Now I’m spotted. I’m not a Lima bean, unless I’m an exceptionally messed up one. I suppose I’m a helmet with spots. Am I a military helmet? Are we going to war? I don’t want to go to war. I don’t feel very warlike. Besides, I can’t move at all. Maybe helmets aren’t meant to move.
Now, I’m really confused. What are those things? Wait, I can move them! Well, at least, I can move the ones that are attached to the helmet. I can move them! I’m a helmet with things that move. Neat.
What am I called? A turtle? OK, I’m a turtle. I can walk and see and eat things and waggle my tail. I like being a turtle.
Thanks for making me a turtle, lady. Much obliged.
Apparently, you can buy me on Redbubble if you’re into that sort of thing.
Written for the Weekly Writing Challenge: Leave Your Shoes at the Door