Our dog, Willie, found something interesting in the front yard, which is surrounded by a picket fence. It was a nice turtle and he was headed west. I moved him to the back yard--close to the dock and set him down facing west--thought he might sense the water and go for a swim. Now I wonder if he had spent hours crawling from the back yard to the front, only to have me put him back where he started.
Turtles remind my of my father who, when he saw one crossing the road, always stopped the car and carried the turtle to the other side.
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