The Best Christmas Eve Ever
He had been there awhile, noting from the scrapes on his leathery shell. He was exhausted and had all but given up on trying to escape the predicament that he was in. From his point of view, there was no way out except a slow agonizing death. Until a pair of human hands intervened and unwedged his body from the jaws of the heartless cattle fence.
He looked back as he swam away from me, acknowledging with a couple splashes in the water that surely said, "Thank you, whoever you are, for saving my life."
Read the rest in "Chickens, Hawks and Grump Goats: Five Years on a Farm"
Merry Christmas to You and Yours!