At last she made it to the edge of the birdbath. She looked down and spied Baxter. She wasn’t sure what she had expected to see. She had imagined the calm steadying voice as coming from a significant creature; maybe a great horned owl or a bald eagle. But there was Baxter. At first she felt a tinge of disappointment.
But then she noticed how clean and tidy his olive green colored head looked as he craned it towards her on his long slender neck. And his beautiful shell was so polished it almost glowed in the sun. Why it was so polished she could almost see herself. Oh! Then she did see herself in her own imagination. How absolutely mortifying! There she was slime covered and reeking of god knows what foul stuff meeting this gentleman for the first time. Well! She could have just died from shame right then and there.
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