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I was always the one in the family who loved all the "critters". Somehow everything "followed me home". That was my story forthe dogs, ducks, cats, etc. Mom was so good about it too, lol. One day I showed up at home with dirty knees and a small snapping turtle. Yep, you guessed it. "But Moooommmmm, it followed me hoooommmme". The funny part about the turtle is that on that day I rode my bike.
But I got to keep it!

