Tuesday, March 10
Day Twelve
My pet turtle, Herman, ran away when I was fifteen or sixteen.
I found him in my backyard when I lived in Colorado, and of
course I brought him with me when my family moved to Kansas.
I guess the call of wild was on the Kansas wind for Herman.
I turned my back for five minutes, and he was gone.
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