Here's our slow and steady mascot for riding in the greek mountains. It felt quite appropriate being in Aesop's turf. The tortoise wandered up to us as we were eating our lunch. We offered her a tomato but she seemed uninterested. We pondered that tortoises would have made great food for our ancesterian hunters, as we ate our prepackaged food, in that they came with their own handy bowl.
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