Chakik was always amazed at FastPiles perseverance. The turtle just kept going and going, through the heat, rain and everything. As he scampered around and over him, Chakik puzzled over the energy the turtle seemed to have. “Maybe its because he goes slow?” was the first thought Chakik came up with. So he walked slowly next to the hard shelled beast. But this only lasted a minute or two before he had to run up a tree, or dart across a sunny field of grass that lay before them waving in the wind, inviting a squirrel to jump in.
“Maybe its his shell?”
Chakik puzzled long and hard to figure out how to figure this one out. Sometimes he would lay across FastPiles shell, flat on his back and pretend he was a turtle. More often than not, he was startled awake when he slid off the turtle’s shell and tumbled to the ground. Other times he would sprawl on his stomach across FastPile and focus intently on each footstep the turtle took.
FastPile put up with all these antics, always on the way to their goal; The Whale.
Chakik was still not sure if he believed all the stories about The Whale. Nothing as big as that could climb a tree, or run through a field. It was beyond the comprehension of Chakik’s brain to process anything so big that could move. Trees, his favorite thing in the world, could become very large. But they only moved when the wind told them to. What FastPile’s tales told was entirely different, something moving, more than twice the size of trees, by its own will. From his time spent with the turtle, he knew that he knew very little, but the idea of something so big out there still befuddled him.
So the squirrel followed the turtle.