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Show Fair Forever 109 'Like where?' I was trying to imagine where, a turtle would want to be. She paused and,I could see she was weighing her answer. 'France.' 'Like the country France, where people speak French and eat snails?' I sat up in my bed. Wow. That's a long way.' Not for a sea turtle.' I let her comment fade into the night, content to hear her story as she wanted to tell it. 'Is that when you asked about my heart?' I questioned. 'Oh, I didn't mention you,' she explained. 'Cornelius told me about you without my even mentioning your name. He knew everything, Bradley. Everything about you and about me and about your mom.' , 'But he didn't know where he should go?' I asked. 'No,'she answered. 'He didn't. Isn't that strange?' 'Very strange,' I agreed. 'Why did Cornelius want to go to France?'. She closed the catwalk door. Well, I saw this yellow tag on his, hind flipper, and I'm pretty sure he was hatched in Florida. His instincts probably tell him to go back where he was born. But he's old enough and wise enough to want to do something different: Get away and start over. Everyone should be able to do that, even a Great Turtle.'. ' . 7 . . . . '; , 'Everyone?' Iasked, touching my> chest above my heart.\ She nodded, • •:< „ Well, France would be nice,' / said. . 'And who knows?. Maybe the tag was a French tag. Maybe he was hatched in France, and was trying to find the courage to swim all the way across the Atlantic. Maybe even Great Turtles need to find courage.' |
