virginia 2:4

I didn't notice the double standard until Jill cleared her throat. No, I said, a turtle is a pet; what you're holding is drugs, stolen drugs even, no, no, no. Jill hurled the plant at me and marched to the car. Come on, I said to Jack, better go. I looked a second at the pot, then left it. These were not my kids. The turtle suffered in the car. I was not thinking when I let Jack bring it. I'd been excited by his victory, but we were killing it. He tried to feed it bugs from the car, and pieces of his fruit and some ham, but it would not eat. It waved its legs a little but mostly hid in its shell. Let's find another pond, I said, and let it go. Nooo, said Jack. Jill laughed out the window. She had not spoken to me. I even offered to drive back to the turtle's home pond, risking discovery by the pot farmers, but Jack wanted to keep it. So we kill a turtle, I thought, maybe he'll learn something.

move on...