Turtle soup

by Janie Jones

Leif and the spud heard Vera barking yesterday, and upon going over to see what was up they found her trotting along with a turtle in her mouth.  Apparently she thought it was a self propelling Frisbee.  Or maybe she thought it would make a good lunch if she could just figure out how to chew through the packaging.

The petrified turtle was rescued and released into the bog, but not before being tortured with a quick pic:


Why is it when you tell smalls to smile they grimace like they can’t decide if they are about to laugh or cry?


One Comment to “Turtle soup”

  1. Turtles just cannot manage a good duckface, can they?

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