The "Minister of Finance" wrangled me out of my recliner.
"We've got to go to town."
"We?" I asked.
"Yes, you're driving!"
Slurping the last of the coffee out of my cup, I grabbed keys, jacket, cap and grumbled out the door.
At least I'm driving my old '01, one ton dually Dodge.
Thank goodness, everything was taken care of in 3 stops and we headed home.
As we left the small town halfway home, we noticed a pickup parked on the side of the road and a big lump in the east bound lane.
Oh man! Somebody has hit a dog or something.
The pickup slowed and the blob in the east bound lane moved to the middle of the road!
What?
It was a HUGE tortoise!

With the help of strangers, we got him (her?) off the highway and loaded into the back of a pickup.
We're hoping somebody claims it!
It's an "African Spurred Tortoise".
"We've got to go to town."
"We?" I asked.
"Yes, you're driving!"
Slurping the last of the coffee out of my cup, I grabbed keys, jacket, cap and grumbled out the door.
At least I'm driving my old '01, one ton dually Dodge.
Thank goodness, everything was taken care of in 3 stops and we headed home.
As we left the small town halfway home, we noticed a pickup parked on the side of the road and a big lump in the east bound lane.
Oh man! Somebody has hit a dog or something.
The pickup slowed and the blob in the east bound lane moved to the middle of the road!
What?
It was a HUGE tortoise!
With the help of strangers, we got him (her?) off the highway and loaded into the back of a pickup.
We're hoping somebody claims it!
It's an "African Spurred Tortoise".
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