At the question the snapping turtle glanced in the greymouse’s direction, narrow nictitating eyelids closed, transparent protection against intrusion, hungry beak jaws slightly open. Black speckled head turned in the shadows, turning darker.
“That’s not my problem,” she said. “This is a swamp. If you’re lost then don’t be asking snapping turtles for directions.”
And with a flick of her head and a quick snap she promptly ate the grey mouse and then began walking back to her slimy home to digest her food, content in the fact that she had been quick enough to survive another day.
Who would have thought that a mouse could be so stupid, she wondered.
by Paul Bourgeois
India, Anand Niketan Ashram (Bhi Gi’s Happy Place), /89