Saturday, October 08, 2005

Dinner


One day during the summer my grandmother and
I were walking her dogs at her camp site.

When I came along a little turtle. It was hurt pretty bad, probably from getting steped on or bitten by a animal.

So we took it to her camper and put it inside a box untill she went home to take it to the vet. But after she got home the little guy would eat nothing, so he passed away. :(

But the sad part of this story is that my dad and everyone else calls him turtle soup.

BY: Brit

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