He was moving as fast as he could.
I looked around for a hare.
I stepped out to greet his huge shell self.
The gravel road separated twin ponds.
Why is this big turtle crossing the road?
Was the pond greener on the other side?
I crept toward his lumbering crawl.
He stopped and tucked.
I leaned and asked why he was crossing.
He just snapped at me.