Your soul drifts over the physical plane. It gravitates to earth like worlds that being all you have known. You feel a pulse, the electricity of life, though week. You fly straight to it and enter. You where disparate not to be arrested before you occupy meat space and you made it. But you landed inside a turtle! You are crossing a eight lane super highway trying to get to the food you sense is on the other side. A organic garden! A big mack truck almost crushes you as it roars by, the tires rolling within three inches of your shell. You keep crawling, no time to slow down or stop you must clear this dangerous road and get to that garden. A car of sixteen year old boys comes by, the driver says "Look a turtle!", and he pulls to wheel to crush you. But the tire goes too far left and you are unhurt. The kids friends mock he for being a poor driver as he goes on down the evil road. You pass a crushed raccoon. Nearly flat, with it's guts forced out it's mouth along with it's eyes. A nasty reminder of what these roads do to small animals like yourself. But made it! Hurray! You crawl threw the refreshing water in the ditch and you dig under the fence leading into this garden. The next few weeks are pleasant ones for you. The workers like you and they name you Tobe Lee Magee. You kill the bugs that live here for dinner. Life is slow and light with harsh winter hibernations to divide the years. Many pass until you are too old to hunt for bugs anymore and your sick. You have lived 62 years, pretty good for a turtle. You finally die and are found by a farm worker. You are buried there on the farm in a shoe box.
The End