This turtle might be a ninja or at the very least a reincarnation of Houdini. Maybe he has been reading too much Terry Pratchet. The turtle (whom I have name Mr. Turtle) lives three fenced in yards down from mine in a pond. I have no idea how he is making it into my yard. This isn’t the first time this has happened. The other week Mr. Turtle was found under my car. I suspect he was trying to hot wire it.
The mystery of how he is getting in my yard is puzzling at best, but the trick of getting him back to his yard is task and a half. The first round where Mr. Turtle was caught before he could steal my car, it was easy to get him back to his home. All the neighbors were chilling outside and the clamor of finding a rather larger turtle drew their attention over the fences. This time after establishing that none of the neighbors are home and that turtles can move rather quickly when they want to, developed a friendship with Mr. Turtle. After much one sided discussion and eyeing up my neighbors back yard and discussing the virtues of staying in their own yard, wandered into my neighbors vibrant foliage and returned Mr. Turtle to his home.
This adventure with Mr. Turtle just makes me think about Terry Pratchett’s book Small Gods. The more I think about it, I could have had a god in my backyard.
You can't trample infidels when you're a tortoise. I mean, all you could do is give them a meaningful look. - Terry Pratchett
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