Granted, but it scuttlesoff during the night while you are asleep. You wake up the next morning upset and confused, and stumble out of your front door to try and find him. You do. You find his splattered turtle corpse on the road with shards of his shell sticking out of the messy, sticky pile of turtle meat and a curious cat sniffs the remains, and you see him gleefully trollop off with the turtles remains in his jaws.
I wish I had some more clothes.














