That tiny musk turtle we found
floating down the ditch after days
of rain isn't doing anything but sit
on its slab all day peering at its
surroundings like a miniscule
muppet. We can't get it to swim;
it has no interest in the pellets
drifting in the filter flow which
the label says were specially
made with its shell growth in
mind. It seems to have given
up, maybe before we even
caught it. But my son has not.
He wants to call an ambulance,
to send the turtle to the hospital
where they can hook it up to an
IV and restore the vigor that
turtles with nickel-sized shells
are supposed to possess. I have
no idea how they would find
a vein, but I'm no rescue worker.
My son is figuring that out.
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