I called home and asked my little brother, “how are you?”
“I’m sick," he replied, "coughing up things.”
“what’s the most interesting thing you’ve coughed up?”
“a turtle egg”
“has it hatched yet?”
“no but when it does I am planning to raise it as my protégé”
“protégé in what?”
“in swimming around a pond, eating lettuce, growing a tough outer shell, and living to be upwards of eighty years old… it looks promising”
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