The next morning, just as he had planned, Osprey appeared at Tortoise's home. He looked fit and handsome, for he had had a lovely morning soaring through the bright blue sky. "Is my friend Tortoise at home?" he called inside.
But this morning Mrs. Tortoise answered. "I'm so sorry, but my husband had to go away," she said. "But he's left you a gift." And with that Mrs. Tortoise hauled out a big bundle of wrapped tobacco leaves; the bundle was neat and was tied up tightly with twine.
"Why, thank you," Osprey said, and he picked up the bundle in his talons, spread his wings and flew toward his home.
What Osprey did not know was that tied inside that bundle of tobacco was Tortoise. "Ahhh, how easy this was," Tortoise whispered to himself, and he could not help but smile as he thought how surprised his friend would be to see him when he opened the bundle of tobacco.
As they flew on, Tortoise began to feel more and more miserable. "Hey," he called at last, "let's land, can't we please ..." But before he could finish his plea, Osprey, startled by the sound coming from inside the bundle of leaves, opened his talons and let the bundle fall. Down, down, down the bundle tumbled toward the ground.
When the bundle hit the ground, Tortoise burst free of the leaves. He was bruised and trembling with fright, but luckily the thick leaves had cushioned his fall. Tortoise trundled home. "Oh my!" his wife cried when she saw the state of his shell. It was cracked in a dozen places. "What happened to you?"