Beecher Island days are coming up next weekend. One of the big events there is a turtle race. Our turtle shows up on occasion and then disappears again. It was totally uncertain if he would make an appearance when we needed him, so a back-up plan has been put in place.
I had to deliver mail today (and six days next week, so actually I will miss the turtle races). This guy was in the middle of the road begging to be squashed by a grain truck.
I thought he might be less suicidal at Prairie House. He is now in training for the race. If Evelyne and Rick don't take him to Beecher Island for the races, he will still have a better home than on the road. (Assuming Evelyne doesn't grind him up in the rototiller because he chooses an unfortunate place to bury himself which is what happened to #1.)
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