When I was a kid I got a red-eared turtle. I named him King Turtley. He was about four inches long, and lived mostly in an aquarium (terrarium, really, as it had dry spots).
Sometimes, though, I’d take him outside, usually on days when I was cleaning out the terrarium. I’d put him on the lawn and he’d wander around, the blades of grass like small trees to him.
I still love turtles. Something about them just touches a tender, sweet spot in my heart.
This guy is entertaining the fish, drawing quite a crowd.