How Turtle Flew South for the Winter
- Dakota -
It was that time of year when the leaves started to fall from the trees.
Turtle was walking around when he saw many birds gathering together. They were making a lot of noise, and Turtle was curious.
"Hey," Turtle said, "What is happening?"
"Don't you know?" the birds said. "We're getting ready to fly to the south for the winter."
"Why are you going to do that?" Turtle asked.
"Don't you know anything?" the birds said. "Soon it's going to be very cold here and the snow will fall. There won't be much food to eat. Down south it will be warm. Summer lives there all of the time and there's plenty of food."
As soon as they mentioned food, Turtle became even more interested. "Can I come with you?" he asked.
"You have to fly to go south," said the birds. "You are a turtle and you can't fly."
But Turtle would not give up. "Isn't there some way you could take me?" He begged and pleaded. Finally, the birds agreed, just to keep him quiet.
"Look here," the birds said, "can you hold a stick hard in your mouth?"
"That's no problem at all," Turtle said. "Once I grab hold of something no one can make me let go until I'm ready."
"Good," said the birds. "Then you can hold on hard to this stick. These two birds here will each grab one end of it in their claws. That way, they can carry you along. But remember...you HAVE to keep your mouth shut!"
"That's easy," said Turtle. "Now let's go south where Summer keeps all that food."
Turtle grabbed onto the middle of the stick and two big birds came and grabbed each end. They flapped their wings hard and lifted Turtle off the ground. Soon, they were high in the sky and headed south.
Turtle had never been so high off the ground before, but he liked it. He could look down and see how small everything looked. But before they had gone too far, he began to wonder where they were. He wondered what the lake was down below him and what those hills were. He wondered how far they had come and how far they would have to go to get to the south where Summer lived. He wanted to ask, but he couldn't talk with his mouth closed.
Turtle rolled his eyes. But the two birds just kept on flying. Then, Turtle tried waving his legs at them, but they acted like they didn't see him. Now, Turtle was getting upset. If they were going to take him south, the least they could do was tell him where they were now!
"Mmmmmmph," Turtle said, trying to get their attention. It didn't work. Finally, Turtle lost his temper.
"Why don't you listen to........." but that was all he said, for as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he had to let go of the stick, and he started to fall. Down and down he fell, a long, long way. He was SO frightened that he pulled his head and legs inside his shell, to protect himself. When he hit the ground, he hit so hard that he cracked his shell!! He was lucky that he had not been killed, but he ached all over. He ached so much that he crawled into a nearby pond, swam down to the bottom and dug into the mud as far away from the sky as he could get. Then, he fell asleep and he slept all through the winter and didn't wake up until spring.
So it is that today, ONLY the birds fly south to the land where Summer lives while turtles, who all have cracked shells now, sleep through the winter.
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