The morning began slowly. The heat lamp flickered on at 7 AM, but Herman barely noticed. When he was plucked from his burrow under the tree stump and deposited onto the warmest part of his home, he bobbed his head once or twice to acknowledge the favour. As the heat began to soak into his shell, getting him ready for the day ahead, Herman yawned and wondered what food he would find in his bowl today. A couple of days ago he’d decided to eat the yellow pansy, but left the purple one behind. At the time, one was all he wanted, but he’d started to wonder if the different colours meant a different taste and he hoped he’d be able to find out today.