He lived in a little cave carved into the creek bed.
He’d been there a long time- since right after he’d
hatched, when he scooted in there to avoid being eaten by a heron.
He was now a majestic 75-pound alligator snapping
turtle.
There was a steady and reliable diet of little fishes
and frogs in the creek, and every once in a while, an exceptionally stupid
small mammal.
Once, a human had ogled at him from the bridge, but he
didn’t care.
He’d been born a decade before she was born and would
be there after she was dead.
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