*** copied from BL journal ***
Walking to the store one day, perhaps four years ago or so, I passed this stone wall. Laying on this wall was a turtle. Turtles don't lay. It was upside down and dried, decayed from the sun. Someone had placed this poor creature upside down on it's shell. It was rather large and had a beautiful brown shell with swishes of the most intense and amazingly beautiful green I had ever seen.
Who would do such a thing? This innocent, sentient creature was placed in an impossible position to recover from and simply left to die. Can you imagine its fruitless struggle to regain mobility? Can you picture this struggle going on for days until finally, too weak, hungry and dehydrated to move, death comes to relieve the agony of helplessness?
I remember the turtle. I hope I never forget.
Walking to the store one day, perhaps four years ago or so, I passed this stone wall. Laying on this wall was a turtle. Turtles don't lay. It was upside down and dried, decayed from the sun. Someone had placed this poor creature upside down on it's shell. It was rather large and had a beautiful brown shell with swishes of the most intense and amazingly beautiful green I had ever seen.
Who would do such a thing? This innocent, sentient creature was placed in an impossible position to recover from and simply left to die. Can you imagine its fruitless struggle to regain mobility? Can you picture this struggle going on for days until finally, too weak, hungry and dehydrated to move, death comes to relieve the agony of helplessness?
I remember the turtle. I hope I never forget.