testudinal – adjective
crevice – noun
- a narrow opening or crack in a hard surface and especially in rock
“I feel so naked without it,” Terrence said to his best friend Trent.
“You look fine without it,” said Trent.
“But I need it, it protects me. You wouldn’t go anywhere without yours and you know it.”
Trent kicked the ground, shuffling his feet. “You’re right, I wouldn’t.”
Terrence covered himself with large leaves he found.
Trent laughed. “You look better without the leaves.”
Terrence squinched his eyes and curled his mouth. “Fine.” He dropped the leaves.
“We need to retrace your footsteps,” Trent said. “Start from the beginning.”
Terrence led Trent back to his home under the mud bog. Trent scratched around the mud. Terrence breezed through the brush. “Not here,” he called out.
A shadow passed above them. Chills crept over Terrence.
They traipsed to the rock quarry next. Terrence kicked rocks out of his way while Trent noses around the big rock. “Not here,” he said.
Sweat dripped off of Terrence, his skin becoming pinkish.
“We have to find your shell fast. You’re going to fry right up and the buzzards will eat you all gone.”
Terrence trembled at the thought. He led Trent to the other side of the rock quarry where the sun was almost hiding.
A testudinal object poked out from the crevice in the quarry.
“Look Terrence!” Trent pointed.
CRAW! CRAW! A shadow circled above them, then disappeared.
“Run!” Trent called.
Terrence used all of his might pushing his stubby legs as fast as they could go.
The shadow became two.
Terrence pushed on.
Terrence ducked. “Almost there,” he chanted over and over.
Trent chucked a rock at the buzzards.
He ducked into his shell as the buzzards dove toward him.
Trent peeked out from his shell, fearful for his friend.
Terrence lunged forward.
The testudinal object was indeed his shell. He pulled and prodded. Swoooosh! and pulled some more. The shell flew into the air…kerplunk… hit a buzzard and landed perfectly on Terrence, covering his body once more.
CRAW! CRAW! Screamed the buzzards, one rubbing it’s head.
Terrence ducked into his shell and hid in the crevice between a rock and a hard place, known as the quarry.
When the buzzards bagged out, Terrence ambled over to his friend.
“Good thing they’re gone, they almost had themselves fried tortoise for lunch.”
“And chicken soup if they had caught me,” Trent said as he shivered.
“You were brave Trent, not a chicken,” said Terrence.
“I guess so. But you’re the one who gave one buzzard a goose egg.”
Terrence laughed. “Yeah. Buzzards love to eat tortoise eggs so I bet they love goose eggs too!”
Together they laughed and laughed all the way to the mud bog where they filled up on leaves for lunch and nestled into the mud for a nap.