Slow and steady might get you run over by a car.

On my run this morning, I saw a box turtle who was sitting in the street. I watched him for a minute to see if he was going to move, but he just sat there. As turtles do. I got a little bit worried, because he was right where a tire would go, and it sounded as if there were trucks approaching. I nudged him with my foot, and he pulled all of his legs inside his shell, leaving the tip of his head sticking out. I could see the truck around a curve in the road, so I grabbed my new turtle friend (his head went in the shell) and set him by the side of the road. When I came back by, he was still on the side of the road. I am sorry for traumatizing you, Mr. Turtle, but I was trying to keep you safe. I could have brought you home to play (race) with Big Bunny, but I don’t think you would have liked that so much. (Though word on the street is that you would win in the end.)

I have a soft spot in my heart for turtles. My grandmother had two that lived in her backyard, and she marked them with nail polish – one with a K and one with a J. Whenever we went to visit, she would take us to the backyard to see if we could find the turtles. This can partly explain my passion for the tortoises at the zoo, I suppose. They’re so funny, how they walk and how the eat.

Anyway, my good deed for the day is done. I saved a turtle from destruction. If you need me for anything, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

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