|Just a little guy, the one in the story was twice this size|
I saw the turtle on the side of the road, it was as huge as a dinner plate. He was facing away from the road just minding his own business. Normally I try to stop and help keep them off the road after all I've seen burly truck drivers stop short to allow turtles across the road. But he wasn't going anywhere.
So I did my quick turns, grinning in the sunlight and was heading back up the road, thinking that I would stop if the turtle was still there. Some moron had hit the turtle. It's body lay broken on the side of the road, and you could tell from the way the blood and innards were scattered that the son of bitch had purposely driven off the road to hit the poor beast.
It put me into a foul mood all day.
I was reminded of an old Rod McKuen poem:
Thoughts on Capital Punishment
There ought to be capital punishment for cars.
that run over rabbits and drive into dogs
and commit the unspeakable, unpardonable crime
of killing a kitty cat still in it's prime.
Purgatory, at the very least
should await the driver
driving over the beast.
Those hurrying headlights coming out of the dark
that scatter the scampering squirrels in the park
should await the best jury that one might compose
of fatherless chipmunks and husbandless does.