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I Found a Turtle And Named Him Charles
He is a bit nervous and timid. I took him out of what he knew.
My oh, my Charles. Where have you been my whole life? I’ve been studying this turtle, I know. It’s weird, eh?
When he is scared, he retreats into his shell. I try and tell Charles I’m not going to hurt him. I hold him, and try to feed him lettuce and water, but he pulls into his shell every damn time. He fears the unknown.
Charles is beginning to frustrate me. And the bastard is slow as hell. He’s never in a hurry to go anywhere, no matter what I say or do to him. I try to make him walk faster; I try to make him believe I’m not going to hurt him. I don’t know how to remove his fear.
Charles seems scared as hell, and I don’t know how to help him. He can’t talk, so I can’t tell him. I’m not sure Charles even has feelings. I try and show him he’s safe with me, but he doesn’t believe me. At least he acts like he doesn’t. He even tried to bite me. I mean, what the fuck, Charles! I didn’t deserve that.
I’ll walk out of the room and catch him peeking out of his shell; he’s observing his surroundings; it’s wild. He doesn’t realize it, but his shell can withstand up to 1000 lbs of pressure; that’s a lot! But yes, he’s so damn scared. He doesn’t know how strong he really is.
