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.