Rupert’s Snapping Turtle by Petrea Burchard
“I didn’t do anything, officer.” “Maybe you should have, ma’am.” The officer stomped out to the porch to wait for the coroner, walking right past Rupert’s crumpled body on the rug. Contaminating the scene of the crime, I think they call it. But there was no crime. Rupert always said I was slow. I didn’t make dinner … Continue reading Rupert’s Snapping Turtle by Petrea Burchard