This morning, Sam and I grabbed a shovel and headed back to bury the dead turtle we came upon last night. Sam stayed several paces behind while I walked ahead and located it. Picking it up with the shovel, I found a spot nearby and we buried him along the riverbank, near the hollow tree.
After putting the shovel back in the car, Sam and I walked the loop in the opposite direction of last night. We walked past the pond where the heron had been fishing, eventually coming to the spot where we buried the turtle.
Sam slowed down and I watched as he walked slowly, peering over his shoulder at the small patch of bare earth. Then, turning forward, he moved ahead at his usual breakneck speed, and continued on with a smile.
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