A Doll for the Slow Club

At this time of year Lasty gets presents for dolls. He goes out on his porch, opens cupboards, looks underneath. He is at home even when away. He was laying out doll presents to the sound of ocean clams and reefs and starfish while wrapping. It was a doll for Slow Club, slow enough to feel the air when it's still sun. He would send the doll to his friend on the great whale line. She organized dolls in the slow states. We can't tell what the present is, but it is slow. It is so slow it is a Blurtoise.