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On the eastern border of Siberia they say nothing grows. Not even a cactus says Tootie. Oh will somebody shut that kid up. I want to kill him. I hate the way he eats. He slops his food like a little hog. I would like to take him to Siberia. Lose him in a big snow pile. My brother says Tootie is something we have to live with. Why? Why do we have to? I have seen other things go by the wayside. The turtle we named Fastie, for instance. It was put on Gramp’s old record turn table and spun off into space. We searched the whole room. Fastie was gone like a snow melt. |
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Cold Front by Susan Tepper
Filed under Susan Tepper
52|250 A Year of Flash 
This gets right into the dark side of ourselves so easily and smoothly, Susan. Very well executed!
Susan G, thanks so much! It was fun to write.
The image of a flying turtle is just… no words. I don’t know quite how to take this, but I like it. :)
Gany, I did see a turtle in flight this way once, when I was a kid. The turtle’s name was Fastie. The rest is made up!
OH I REMEMBER FASTY SO WELL.
CUTE STORY
GUESS I SPELLED IT WRONG. SO LONG AGO
Yes! Fasty! Or Fastie! whatever– and what a turtle!
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