As was his way, Mr. Turtle took his time strolling through the garden. When he came upon Ms. Strawberry, he knew she was the one.
"She was so soft and plump," he told his cousin Thomas, "and her scent was so sweet and intoxicating."
They fell in love immediately and within the month they were married.
They spent their wedding night under a sturdy Oak Tree, using lettuce leaves for their blanket, warm moss for their matress, and two grapes for their pillows.
"Do you mind?" Ms. Strawberry asked him: "I like it slow."
"No problem there." Mr. Turtle said confidently.