Chapter 3: The Garden Never in all of my days on Pinta Island or at the CDRS have I ever had such sweet tender grass. The flavor was like all of the ripest fruits and leaves I’ve ever eaten blended together at the same time and the water tasted even sweeter. “I feel so refreshed and energetic. That’s a pretty big deal coming from a tortoise you know,” I said cracking a smile. “It is nice to see you smile George. Hopefully, now that you are relaxed and ‘energetic’,” Eldey said air quoting with his stumpy wings, “things might make a little more sense.” “You mean you can see me smile here?” I asked, astonished realizing the corners of my beak were actually curving upward. “Yes, George. As you have noticed, things in the Garden are a little different.” He stated p...
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