The Tortoise and the Hare (and the Cat)


In the summer of 1980, while preparing for our big move from the Mitchell’s house to the wooded land behind Grandpa Smith’s house, I (3) donned some groovy amber-tinted aviators and  made a new friend. We’ll call him Boxy. Boxy Turtle.


Petting my new friend, Boxy.


Boxy couldn’t bear seeing my true form.


After my adrenaline fueled encounter with the Boxy, I attempted to pet what I feared would be “the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on.” Fortunately for us, however, this was not the Rabbit of Caerbannog.


Back at the Mitchell’s house, I played with Buddy in my red Radio Flyer wagon. Buddy was the neighbor’s cat (I’m told he wasn’t always this snugly). And so ends this wildlife adventure.




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