"Awww, what a cute little turtle!" he marveled. The baby turtle, about the size of his thumb's fingernail, wiggled on his finger. Its tiny legs struggled to climb and move somewhere.

"It's so cute it looks almost good to eat! Hmm… maybe…"

CRUNCH. munch munch munch…

"Mmm… kinda tastes like peanut buttery chicken, with a soft warm nugget inside."

munch munch munch…

He licked his fingers.

Suddenly, the sky darkened. He stopped mid-bite and looked outside. Some kind of swarm was flying towards him. But a swarm of what? He watched nervously as he continued to chew.

munch munch munch…

When they got nearer, his heart dropped into his bowels.

"Wha…" he muttered."Those are… those are… flying turtles?!"

A squadron of flying turtles crashed through his window and into the room. Splinters of glass sliced the air. He tumbled to the ground and rolled into a ball. Bits of glass and plaster decorated his hair like a Christmas tree.

The outside wind tickled his ears. He looked up and saw the swarm circling the ceiling. His feet sprang and pushed him towards the door. The turtles rounded a corner and flanked him as he tried to escape. Another squadron smashed into his knees and brought him down.

"Noooo!!!" he screamed as the flying turtles repeatedly rammed his skull. They beat down like a relentless bongo drum player with turtle shells for hands. His vision started to go black.

With his last fluttering thoughts, he could have sworn he heard them chant, "Don't eat our babies. Don't eat our babies. Don't eat our babies."