Just a doodle that the weather brought on. Once upon a time my sister was given a chocolate tortoise. It was so pretty and cute that she refused to eat it, and for a while it lived on the top of a large cupboard with the rest of our toys, but one fateful day the summer came and we awoke to the tragedy of a tortoise with a rather large and sad hole melted through the top of its shell.
Fortunately this inspired the creation of a much beloved tortoise puppet (created primarily from a pair of tights if I remember rightly), but it does raise the rather philosophical question of whether, if one happened to be a chocolate creation, one would prefer to be eaten or left to succumb to the sun or mold?