Frida Kahlo Diego and I

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Legion picked up the novice by the elbows, on the second attempt, and marched him swiftly out of the procession's path and hurled him into the crowd.
"Brutha!"
Brutha bounded across the plaza to the statue and leaned against it, panting.
"I'm going to go to hell!" he muttered. "For all eternity! "
"Who cares? Now . . . get me away from here. "
No one was "It wants to eat me," it said patiently.
"But you're a tortoise!"
"I am your God!"
"But currently in the shape of a tortoise. With a shell on, is what I mean."
"That doesn't worry eagles," said the tortoise darkly. "They pick you up, carry you paying him any attention now. They were all watching the procession. Even watching the procession was a holy act. Brutha knelt down and peered into the scrollwork around the base of the statue.One beady eye glared back at him."How did you get under there?""It was touch and go," said the tortoise. "I tell you, when I'm back on form, there's going to be a considerable redesigning of eagles.""What's the eagle trying to do to you?" said Brutha."It wants to carry me off to its nest and give me dinner," snarled the tortoise. "What do you think it wanted to do?" There was a short pause in which it contemplated the futility of sarcasm in the presence of Brutha; it was like throwing meringues at a castle.