I was on the way to work in my Bentley when I saw this poor turtle crawlin across the skreet. I of course swerve because I love nature. The poor guy was moving like a slug. I wanted to pull over and pick him up to help him out, but there was no median or shoulder. I wont lie, I said a little prayer that he'd make it passed the huge dump truck coming up his lane.
Turtley didn't even know that he was walking a fine line with death on one side and a pond of gators on the other. I'm sad to say on the way home for lunch I saw a shell smashed. I died a little inside.