Story Du Jour - #2

More stories from Aunt Donut, that intrepid adventurer:

One day I zoomed up to Lake Miramar for my daily exercise.  I clamped my Walkman on my waist, grabbed a bottle of water and headed off. When I got approximately to the 1 mile mark I saw a slow-moving rock ahead of me.  As I finally came along side I saw it was a fair sized box turtle, heading across the road.  Instantly I realized that he was heading away from the water, up the embankment, which was too steep for him to climb without falling over.  Since I didn't want him falling over and landing in the way of walkers, rollerbladers, joggers and bicyclists, never mind the cars, I decided to move him back to the other side of the road on the water side.  I tucked my water bottle under my arm and leaned over to pick him up.  As I was lifting him up, my Walkman fell off my waist and clattered to the pavement. 

Then I realized that the top had come off my water bottle and it was emptying all over my Walkman.  Then I realized that I had never taken the top off my water bottle.  What the?  Oh for Pete's sake.  The turtle was taking a giant whiz all over my Walkman.  Evidently, the sound of the Walkman crashing to the ground right in his ear as he was being lifted off the ground scared him half to death and he evacuated his bladder.  Yuck.  I quickly moved him off the road and went back to contemplate my Walkman.  It wouldn't be sporting of me to leave it lying in the middle of the road, but it was covered with turtle urine, which in some countries may be considered a soup base or an aphrodisiac, but was an episode of Fear Factor for me.  Oh well, nothing to do but open up my water bottle and empty it over the Walkman, after which I gingerly carried it over to the trash

Mr. Turtle is probably still telling tales about his near-death encounter on his way across the road.