While walking, you suddenly look down and see a tortoise crawling toward you. You reach down and flip it over onto its back. The tortoise lies there, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs, trying to turn itself over, but it can't do so without your help. You're not helping. Why is that?
Do you like my socks?
Do you like me in white ... π€
Do you think the neighbors saw them? ;)
What do you want to do with my feet while I'm bonded?