I know what you heard. It's not true at all. After losing, the turtle ran around telling everyone he won. On every corner, in every barber shop. Meanwhile, the guilt was so bad he couldn't go to work. What if they had heard? What if the rabbit's side of the story was heard in Turtletown? Does anyone personally know the rabbit? The stress was overbearing. At first the turtle would skip work, but come home every night. Maybe a little tipsy, maybe a little drunk. When he felt like making an excuse, it was just happy hour with the boys. But, when it became day after day, week after week, turtle's family knew something was wrong. Bills with URGENT written on them. Phone calls throughout dinner. Short tempers abounded. Soon, turtle couldn't face his own family. At first they were realived when turtle didn't come home, however they would soon start to feel a deep sadness. Rabbit ran an add in the local paper setting the record straight. It became clear, turtle couldn't maintain the house of cards he built for himself. Turtle's family started looking. Too old for milk cartons, and his reputation too battered to reach out to the media, postering the neighborhood was the last choice. Unfortunately, it was too late. Turtle was found with an empty bottle of vodka in an alley adjacent from the plasma donation center. This was rock bottom. Turtle never found his way out. The lesson, never set expectations to high, or you'll end up like turtle.
jon
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