No, you may not sniff me, Cosmo.
Not now. Not ever.
I’m a Snapping Turtle, honest. Keep your distance.
–Princess Maple Ann Turtle
I got lost–real lost. The ground below me was hard and hot and impossible to dig.
I’d almost given up when a Human saw me in the middle of what he called the “street” and placed me in a bucket.
I didn’t exactly love the bucket, but I guess it’s better than what Human Daddy says would have happened to me if I’d remained in the “street.”
Things looked up a bit when the Humans set up what Human Mommy calls my “temporary luxury suite.”
I mean, it’s okay–not exactly “luxury,” but maybe 3 stars out of 5.
The Humans have promised me an outdoor Turtle enclosure. This sounds much preferable to my 3-star suite.
In the meantime, I’ll be burrowing myself in my new substrate. (Good call on the substrate, Humans.)
I can’t wait to move to my outdoor Turtledom.
Chop, chop Humans!
–Princess Box Turtle (who thus far lacks a name and is not pleased about this)