The two walked, together at times.
Lumbering as a drunk on stilts.
Trying on the new legs of life.

One said to the other,
"We don't have to be just sheep."

The other replied,
"We're turtles, silly."

"But you've missed the point."

When trouble had come to pass,
their hearts were split by
ignorance and determination.

The other sighed,
"What goes around, comes around.
I will now become turtle soup."

The one mused,
"As would I, were I not to rebel
against the Sisters of Fate."
He continued on and grieved
for the lack of courage in his friend.

The other gave up, assuming no good could be.
And so, she lost.