During their younger years, many large shell-less beings undergo a traditional rite of passage called “swim team.”
This grueling ritual involves donning a set of distressingly scanty garments, jumping into an icy-cold water body and swimming back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until one of two things occurs: the end-of-practice whistle blows or you fake leg cramps or a tummy ache so you can go home early.
All this changes, however, when you are born with a shell on your back and a particularly streamlined, lightweight and athletic physique.
Swim team? No problemo! For that matter, forget the “team” part – you don’t need ’em. That just leaves more pool for you!
He does love his pool! But even more, he wanted to respond to you and get close to YOU!
Or get close to my shiny iPhone case that reflects a very attractive box turtle💕