The shell was metal, no doubt about it. And so was the wind-up key that stuck out of the side of the shell. The head, flippers and tail all seemed to be real. The whole turtle was about as big as a restaurant stool seat. I couldn’t figure out how such a big thing came out of such a small ball.
I grabbed the turtle by the shell and lifted it off the dock. The turtle pulled it’s head inside the shell and flapped it’s flippers. “
It’s ok little robot turtle.” I said trying to calm it down
as I carried it up the wooden steps to the restaurant. I was hoping it
wouldn’t bite me.