commieboy
8th January 2004, 23:14
I had an assignmen due tomorrow, a narritive about a significant event in your life sad, happy anything so this is the product of twenty minutes last night at one in the morning.... enjoy...
Just Another Ripple in the Water
As the young man sits in the family car speeding down the Michigan highway he looks to his best friend, who lies in his lap inside a Folgers coffee can. The small turtle the size of a hockey puck sat in wonder of where he’d be as they traveled further north. A lot of emotions were in the car that day, never in his life had the young man had to give up a pet before, and especially not one as important as this. But finally the vehicle came to a complete stop at Merit Lake, Herbert’s new home.
A year earlier Andrew the young man was at the links with his father swatting at the third hole, a par four. The August weather had made it ideal for a game of golf at the family’s country club. A terrible slice had brought Andrew’s ball inches from the swampy water hazard. But as he prepared to take a swing he noticed the rough moving. He knelt down to brush the grass to investigate and he saw a poor wounded painter turtle. As he picked up the timid creature he inspected it’s injuries, his shell had been cracked and his legs and neck were lacerated probably the result of a lawnmower accident. He had only one thing to do, bring it home to heal the wounds.
Herbert the turtle was given a home in a small plastic pool equipped with pebbles, plant life, and rocks above water to sunbathe. He spent his summer on those rocks basking in the sun, and his winter beneath a sunlamp. The neglected turtle had finally gotten his break, not to worry about herons eating him or lawnmowers smashing him into pieces. A diet of flies and crickets kept him well nourished and the care of the young man kept him alive.
Almost a year after his adoption Herbert had totally recovered, what was a cracked shell had turned to as impression on the shell. Andrew had noticed this and knew Herbert wasn’t a domesticated animal and belonged in the wild. So one warm day in September almost identical to the day of Herbert’s discovery Andrew decided Herbert needed a new home. Herbert was placed in a temporary home which was a coffee can for the long drive to Andrew’s grandparent’s house. The drive there was one of longest drives ever for Andrew, constantly thinking of what might happen to Herbert in the wild. But as the car parked Andrew didn’t go to the house, he walked behind to the lake where he’d seen turtles before. As he opened the can and saw Herbert’s emotionless face, with his beady eyes that slowly blinked.
Andrew held the little turtle in his hand and slowly placed him in the shallow water. For a few seconds Herbert floated, his way of saying goodbye, then disappeared into the murky water. As Andrew walked away to the house, he wasn’t just walking away from a turtle; he was walking away from a friendship. But now every time he sees a ripple in the water or silhouette in the distance he sees Herbert in his mind trying to thank him.
Just Another Ripple in the Water
As the young man sits in the family car speeding down the Michigan highway he looks to his best friend, who lies in his lap inside a Folgers coffee can. The small turtle the size of a hockey puck sat in wonder of where he’d be as they traveled further north. A lot of emotions were in the car that day, never in his life had the young man had to give up a pet before, and especially not one as important as this. But finally the vehicle came to a complete stop at Merit Lake, Herbert’s new home.
A year earlier Andrew the young man was at the links with his father swatting at the third hole, a par four. The August weather had made it ideal for a game of golf at the family’s country club. A terrible slice had brought Andrew’s ball inches from the swampy water hazard. But as he prepared to take a swing he noticed the rough moving. He knelt down to brush the grass to investigate and he saw a poor wounded painter turtle. As he picked up the timid creature he inspected it’s injuries, his shell had been cracked and his legs and neck were lacerated probably the result of a lawnmower accident. He had only one thing to do, bring it home to heal the wounds.
Herbert the turtle was given a home in a small plastic pool equipped with pebbles, plant life, and rocks above water to sunbathe. He spent his summer on those rocks basking in the sun, and his winter beneath a sunlamp. The neglected turtle had finally gotten his break, not to worry about herons eating him or lawnmowers smashing him into pieces. A diet of flies and crickets kept him well nourished and the care of the young man kept him alive.
Almost a year after his adoption Herbert had totally recovered, what was a cracked shell had turned to as impression on the shell. Andrew had noticed this and knew Herbert wasn’t a domesticated animal and belonged in the wild. So one warm day in September almost identical to the day of Herbert’s discovery Andrew decided Herbert needed a new home. Herbert was placed in a temporary home which was a coffee can for the long drive to Andrew’s grandparent’s house. The drive there was one of longest drives ever for Andrew, constantly thinking of what might happen to Herbert in the wild. But as the car parked Andrew didn’t go to the house, he walked behind to the lake where he’d seen turtles before. As he opened the can and saw Herbert’s emotionless face, with his beady eyes that slowly blinked.
Andrew held the little turtle in his hand and slowly placed him in the shallow water. For a few seconds Herbert floated, his way of saying goodbye, then disappeared into the murky water. As Andrew walked away to the house, he wasn’t just walking away from a turtle; he was walking away from a friendship. But now every time he sees a ripple in the water or silhouette in the distance he sees Herbert in his mind trying to thank him.