• Sagrotan@lemmy.world
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    1 year ago

    When we lived in turkey 1982, my father was building a dam, we had a turtle masked “Mathilda”, she loved clover blossoms and wasn’t exactly small. One afternoon my mom had made her toenails with red nail polish. She was sitting there and reading the papers while my father and I were watching the turtle, coming like that picture here veeeery slowly for her toes. What can I say? Turtle bites, mother screams, we laugh, turtle flies, we still laugh, mother curses like a sailor. Turtle ok. Mother not so much.