Every Man's Dream

Sherman emerged from his Tortoise house recently looking groggy and parched. Slowly he drug his tiny hard shelled body across the tank, and up and into his little water pond. There he stuck his face under the water and appeared to go back to sleep. When Paul got home from school that day I told him about Sherman had done.

“He’s probably tired of sleeping in his own filth,” Paul said. Then he added, “Yeah, Sherman’s living the life.”