Wow. I'm just going to marvel now at how The Iron Ninja is now famous for being slow. Slower than a tortoise. Slower than a tortoise being dangled above the ground from a tree, its legs only inches from the ground, but never touching. It occasionally tries to sway itself towards the ground, but it only comes close. This does not bother the tortoise, however. It is content, watching the world go by. It could be worse. He could be a turtle; he hears that turtles are made into soup at times. He is glad he can avoid that. Daintily, he swings from the tether tied around his little shell. For any other animal, being stranded in the same spot all day would be maddening. But not for the tortoise. It can outsit eternity, chewing even when it has an empty mouth, glad that it has the opportunity to admire the Earth and all its beauty from a vantage spot that he can call his own. The weather is also pleasing. Whenever he is hot, a cloud seems to blow in front of the sun. When he is thirsty, it rains. There is nobody else around, but tortoises are fond of solitude. He contemplates life as he munches on the leafy branches of the tree he is dangling from. This is the life of this tortoise. He is slow, and he is alone. But he is happy. And, to him, that is all he will ever want.
Whoah, I was off in a world of my own for a bit there.
