I am a young painted turtle. I was found in the road and placed on Carrie’s front porch.
I did not like the front porch .
So I scurried to the edge, as fast as a young turtle can scurry, which is pretty fast.
Of course I fell off the cliff-height step and landed on my back. The spots on the bottom of my top shell reminded Carrie of the magnolia seeds!
Carrie picked me up and carried me to the edge of the pond. People always think they know where a turtle wants to go…
I took off again, through the Creeping Charlie/ground ivy.
I think I’m going to be okay here!
When was the last time you picked up a turtle crossing the road?