Wassily Kandinsky Several Circles

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in the prayer towers a flock of crows took off in a hurry.
After a full chorus of He is Trampling the Unrighteous with Hooves of Hot Iron Brutha unplugged his ears and risked a quick He looked around. The gardens were well inside the temple complex; and surrounded by high walls.
"How did you get in here, little creature?" he said. "Did you fly?"
The tortoise stared monoptically at him. Brutha felt a bit homesick. There had been plenty of tortoises in the sandy hills back home.
"I could give you some lettuce," said Brutha. "But I don't think tortoises listen.Apart from the distant protests of the crows, there was silence.It worked. Put your trust in the God, they said. And he always had. As far back as he could remember.He picked up his hoe and turned back, in relief, to the vines.The hoe's blade was about to hit the ground when Brutha saw the tortoise.It was small and basically yellow and covered with dust. Its shell was badly chipped. It had one beady eye -the other had fallen to one of the thousands of dangers that attend any slow-moving creature which lives an inch from the ground.