I was backing out of the driveway when a small movement caught my eye. Checking all the mirrors I couldn't see anything. Had I seen a bird? a Squirrel? a mirage on the hot pavement? Was it still there? Bruce jumped out to check and sure enough a little Slider was struggling along the super heated pavement. It's a good half mile to the nearest freshwater pond, even if it didn't get run over along the way, it would have cooked in its own shell before it made it there. So we gave it a lift to safety.
All along the way it stretched its head upward as if saying , "I am flying does this mean I'm I dead? Is this heaven?"
Be safe little Slider, and stay away from the resident gator.
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