Yellow Bellied Slider

Yellow Bellied Slider


He’s quite fetching, the boy named Amos.

I’d like to call him “King of the Yellow Bellied Sliders,” but that would sound silly.

I’d still like to, though.

His next oldest brother has always adored creatures of this earth and when Amos stroked that big wide shell, I was fearful and proud.

Autism is reflected in most everything we encounter, at least when we’re looking.

Brave yellow bellied sliders born of Queen Anne’s Creek seem to be more friend than foe to Edenton lads.

I wonder if they know something that I shall never grasp?

Both of them, I think.

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