“Speedy’s dead!” my wife wailed. She was frowning and her bottom lip was sticking out.
“How do you know the turtle’s dead?” I responded from my chair while watching the Jaguars – who also looked pretty dead.
“He’s … got that dead look.”
“Maybe he’s asleep.”
“He’s underwater and his eyes are closed.”
“He’s a turtle. He’s probably asleep. Did you tap on the glass?”
“No. I didn’t want to wake him if he is asleep.”
“He’s a turtle. He’ll go back to sleep if you wake him.”
She went in the living room where Speedy the turtle lives in a converted aquarium. I heard her tapping on the glass. A few moments later she walked into the room.
“Okay. He was just sleeping. But he looked dead!”
“Rumors of Speedy’s demise are greatly exaggerated.”