September 14, 2009
[[Two people are sitting at a bench. The woman is holding a turtle.]]
Woman: Our love is like a turtle.
[[The woman sets down the turtle and turns to her partner. They hold hands.]]
Woman: Humble and simple, enduring by virtue of perfect design.
Partner: Our love is like a brontosaurus.
Partner: Recognized as a mistaken combination long ago, lingering only out of misplaced affection for an imagined past.