Yertle the turtle

I would like a turtle for a pet.

We spent the afternoon in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, looking at the pregnant cherry blossoms, wondering when they were going to burst forth. Sadly, they did not bloom during the two hours while we were there. But, even better, ALL of the turtles were loving the warm and sunny weather — sunning themselves on the rocks like they were on a beach in Bermuda. Every so often, one would haul itself out of the water and try to fit onto an already overcrowded rock. All of the turtles would move over, grudingly (like 2 mm) and the recently emerged turtle would have to perch precariously on on the edge until another turtle would give him a some more room.