âIâm glad you found us.â
âHarrumph! Why be glad? Turtles eat too many flies.â Big-Big was perched on a lettuce. He flicked his tongue out and captured a passing moth.
âQuag-quog! Donât be greedy! Thereâs enough food here for everyone,â Plume said without taking her eyes off the water. In another minute, she speared a silvery minnow and tossed it down her throat. âThe fish here are fresh and sweet. You must try one.â
âRight now I just want some lettuce,â Bartleby said, but he didnât take a bite. He was looking around for Lucky Gal. He didnât see her fiery orange ear patches anywhere.
âHurry up and finish your breakfast. Weâve got to get going. Iâm not waiting all day!â
Bartleby peered back over his carapace. Lucky was right behind him. âI was blending in with the lettuce. You swam by without seeing me!â she said.
He was so glad to see her, he didnât mind being teased. âWhere are we going?â
She spun herself around in a circle. âEverywhere. If youâre going to keep out of harmâs way, youâd better get to know every part of this swamp and every creature in it. Ready?â Without waiting for an answer, she began swimming away.
As the two red-ears paddled side by side, Lucky pointed her snout toward things to be wary of. âSee that oak? A great owl lives there. Youâd better not get caught above the surface when sheâs out hunting. And that hollow pine is home to a raccoon. Sheâs not much interested in big turtles like us unless sheâs got babies. Then sheâll hunt whatever she can.â
Bartleby liked being called a big turtle. He held his head up higher as he swam. Ahead he could see a log bobbing in the water with two turtles basking on top. One had deep red ear patches, and the other had dusty red ones.
âHello, Digger and Baskin,â he called out.
Digger turned his head toward the water. âWelcome! Isnât it a wonderfully humid day? The swarms of flies are almost as thick as the air.â
âWhy arenât you sunning yourselves?â Baskin grumbled without turning his head from the sun.
âYesâthereâs plenty of room. Join us,â Digger offered. âThis is the best basking place in all of the swamp.â
âWeâre going exploring,â Lucky Gal told him. âMaybe later.â
Baskin shot Bartleby a squinty look. âI heard they donât have logs like this up north.â
Bartleby wondered where heâd heard that. âThere were lots of logs to sun on at my old water place. But yours is very nice, of course.â
âHuh!â Baskin grunted. âWell, Iâve heard the turtles up north are different.â
âUm, yes, Iâve heard that, too,â Digger agreed.
âDifferent?â Bartleby backpaddled a bit. âHow do you mean?â
Digger gulped down a small, white fly as he thought. âWell, do you stretch out your right rear web or your left rear web first when you are basking?â
Bartleby considered for a moment. âSometimes one. Sometimes the other.â
âWe always stretch our left first, and then our right.â
âWhy?â Bartleby asked.
âBecause.â Digger set his jaw and raised his snout.
âAhem. Do you eat an earthworm head first or tail first?â Baskin asked.
âWhatever end I can catch,â Bartleby replied.
âWe always eat the head first.â Baskin stuck his snout up toward the sun again.
âPhish!â Lucky Gal splashed the water with her tail. âI eat whatever end is in front of me.â
Digger and Baskin both stared at her with their mouths open. But Lucky Gal didnât even seem to notice. âWeâre off to hunt fish fry now,â she told them.
âWhy bother? If you wait on this log, the mosquitoes will come right to you,â Baskin said.
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