The Proud Painted Turtle
"I'm very proud," the painted turtle says. It is November, and she's basking on a pond stone. The sun cultures the milk white sky. The water darkens into polished onyx.
"And proud of it," says the Heron. He has a family, yet a nest of precious eggs.
"Who could ever love an uneven colored stone?" the beaver said when shown a photo. And the turtle overheard, and was hurt.