Graham Henderson The Proud Painted Turtle

"I'm very proud," the painted turtle says. It is November, and she's basking on a pond stone. The sun cultures the milk white sky. The water darkens into polished onyx.

"And proud of it," says the Heron. He has a family, yet a nest of precious eggs.

"Who could ever love an uneven colored stone?" the beaver said when shown a photo. And the turtle overheard, and was hurt.


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