Wee turtle.
I can only imagine the fear in your eyes as the wind whipped you around and around. I can only imagine what it felt like as the water rose and swept you away. I can only hope that the wind and the water which has displaced so many, lifted you into the arms of a child or family who can put you to good use. Maybe you are perched high on a rooftop, watching the city ebb and flow. I'll always remember our time together, wee turtle full o beer. Wee turtle full of hope.
