“No, you are laughing! It’s a bit hard to tell because your tortoise faces don’t really smile, but you are!”
“All right, we are,” said Bjornita. Benny, embarrassed, had put his head inside his shell.
“So stop!”
“OK.”
“And Benny. Come out again!”
He did.
“So. Listen. Please. The fact is: I’m not a tortoise. Or at least, I’m not usually a tortoise. I was just talking to that goat—”
“Talking to a goat? So – were you a goat? As well as a human?” said Bjornita, a bit sarcastically.
“No, I was talking to the goat when I was a human. In human language. I wasn’t thinking that the goat understood. I was just telling the goat, in fact, that I—”
“Which goat was it?” said Benny, suddenly.
“Which goat? Um … What was he called again?”
Malcolm tried to remember. Suddenly, that felt difficult: as if everything that had happened up to the point of him becoming a tortoise was … disappearing from his memory. For a second, he started to wonder if what he was saying was wrong, if he had ever been a human at all.
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