I have a Russian Tortoise named Tree. Yesterday, I cleaned out his sheep trough. Yup, he lives in a sheep trough. It is bigger and way sturdier than a baby pool and deep enough to keep him from climbing out. He was not happy about me digging up his dirt. He was less happy about me, putting in the new dirt and moss. He marched around like an angry little soldier. He has a look out cave and he climbed up on it and surveyed his territory. It had changed, it did not smell the same. His tiny little bright eyes looked up at me and asked, "What in the hell did you do to my world?" And then, he looked down. I had not packed enough dirt around his look out, so from a tiny tortoise's perspective it was a long way down. At first I started to pick him up and set him back down, but he is not fond of being handled. So I decided to wait and see what he would do. Being a tortoise means everything takes TIME. After several long neck looks down, he took the plunge off the side nearest the wall. His heavy body slid sideways and landed on a clump of moss that totally kept him from falling as he wedged himself down tortoise style. I gave him some food and he forgot all about his upside down world. By the time he finished eating, he was sleepy. He climbed into his cave and went to dream land. I wonder what tortoises dream about? How slow does a tortoise dream?

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