I’m sitting in my office shed looking through the open door into the garden. It’s warm and sunny – the first spring-like day of spring.
Across the lawn I see my wife open the kitchen door and place the tortoise on the back step. Later it will be cold and he will have to come in, and I will not be able to find him. I make a mental note to start the search before dark. On my way to the kitchen an hour later, I notice he’s already disappeared.
