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"Good morning," I yelled at the red tail as it made a low pass across the grassy patch near where I was walking. "Is that you, Hawkeye?" The bird flew on as if it hadn't heard me, but after a moment, circled back and landed at the top of a small, dead pine tree up ahead. More ... Why the turtle crossed the road No r m a l l y, you see their little heads nudging up through the reedy surface of ponds, not dragging their crusty shells across island roads, practically begging to be made into turtle pancakes. More ... |
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