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That’s when we heard the sound.
I looked at Bill, wondering what kind of animal could make such a noise. Another sound this time; the unmistakable scream of true primal fear. I crashed through thick foliage behind Bill, asking myself why we ever came out to Cedar Pines; the area was known for being thick with bears and cougars. Weighing these things against the bountiful fish and natural beauty in the place was something we could’ve afforded to put more time into, but it was too late now.
The thing standing over John’s lifeless body was no bear. It was no cougar. It was no person. It wore a cheek-to-cheek white smile matching the shade of the rest of its body and stood as tall as my eight year old son. Some sort of vibrant skeleton, almost cartoonish in appearance. And, though it couldn’t have been human, it was unmistakably wearing a blue hoodie.
My last memory is the sound; that bumbling mumble it uttered as my blood ran cold.
And that’s why you don’t see me fishin no more🎣
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I went over to the owner who had collapsed and was sobbing by the ruined ancestral shell and told him it was alright. I had saved them. They were inside of me and I could hear them, his father and grandfather and great-grandfather speaking to me through the turtle blood. He looked up at my blood covered face and put his hands on his head and screamed
When the tortoise reached the crosswalk he suddenly burst onto the street and into the path of an SUV. This answered the question that I had never thought to ask, namely: What sound does a tortoise make as it’s run over? Answer: A testudinal crunch. The crunch was immediately followed by a spray of tortoise goo. Chelonian blood, is, of course, red, so it was a nice red spray, and I watched it seep along the asphalt while the rest of the crowd stood horrified.
Now the owner started screaming. Probably, I thought, because he had just lost his father and grandfather and whomever else was living beneath that shell.
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Needless to say, I was devastated. I tried to tell him that the reason I homeschool him is because the public school system does not respect our beliefs and practices. I reminded him of the time his first grade teacher called child services because I barked at her during our parent-teacher conference. He didn't want to hear any of it though, so I just left him alone to do a Math worksheet.
I haven't talked to him today yet, and I'm trying not to be upset at him, but it's so hard. Please, have any of your children gone through this phase with homeschooling, and if so how did you handle it?