Ever since the construction workers brought that snapping turtle to our house, my son has been on a hunt for more.
"Mama," he said. "Can we go to the lake to look for turtles?"
We drove to the park and commenced the turtle hunt. Bubba poked under rocks and bushes and fallen-down logs. But he didn't find a turtle.
"Mama, where are they?"
I did some deep thinking. "I know! Follow me!"
We walked and walked. All the way into town where the candy store was.
"Mama, there aren't any turtles in the candy store!"
I gave him a big grin. "Are you sure about that?"
We walked in and went up to the counter. We looked in the glass display. And guess what we saw? Turtles! The chocolate kind. And guess what else? They even had snapping turtles! We bought a few of those things and tried them out.
(Let me just say, snapping turtles are pretty nasty - even the chocolate kind! Those things were so spicy hot, my mouth was on fire after eating one! I guess if I ever want to cure my chocolate addiction, all I have to do is eat about four of those things.)