TO TURTLE The round house and the snakey eyes, the slow going always. You are a favorite for stories: We tell a long one with you wise, a funny one with you dumb and honest. Mostly you're lucky somehow. It must have started some time ago: a man with heavy bones and his nose in the dirt snuffling up to your still water, watching you under the sun, seeing you make your stories in the water and mud and old logs.