The Space Turtle Entertaining Fiction, and turtles.

Willy longed to be a real fish. But, alas, his capabilities were limited to hanging on the wall and flopping while singing a really silly song. Why he yearned to be a real fish, to swim in the rivers, leap out of the water to pluck an insect from the sky, to fight the rage of rapids to go upstream during that special season, he knew not. The mystery of even knowing about these things clung in his tiny mind.

Years passed. He awoke and things that were, had changed or were no more. Had his batteries died, and not been changed for an age? The house did not look the same. He sang and flopped.

“Remember this? Still funny after all this time.”

That voice, Bobby, the child? So old now, a man.

Willy rested for some time longer without being asked to sing.

A storm raged outside one day. The family boarded up the windows and packed their bags in a hurry and left him on the wall. Only Bobby gave him a brief glance. Willy saw that he had almost came back for him, but for some reason did not. Bobby’s eyes told of a knowing that Willy did not understand.

The torrent of rain came. Winds smashed into the house. A branch rammed into a boarded window, cracking the board and shattering the glass. A gust tore away the broken board, ripping it and tossing it carelessly aside. Rains and spray poured into the window. The waters rose. The floor filled with liquid. A wave smashed into the house, the side with the broken window taking much of the blow. Water rushed in and swirled chairs about. Willy fell from the wall when the table, tipped over when struck by another wave, crashed into the wall. He plummeted straight down. When he hit an end table, he stopped. The water lapped at him. He felt something inside him that tingled in a way never felt before. The water rose, and he felt compelled to sing. He swayed as the waters rose and rose. Another wave tore at the wall of the house, smashing at away. A wild rapids of water filled the house. Willy swam and swam against it, feeling energy course through his body. That special season had come. He fought the rapids and before it all went black, he sang, one more time, with a smile.