I saw this turtle plodding along the other day on the side of a road in Kissimmee. I made a couple of turns to get back to her, and was amazed at how she looked, with all that 'stuff' she was carrying. I immediately thought of The Grapes Of Wrath by John Steinbeck. I've typed all of Chapter Three and placed it in the comment section for those that are interested. (It is not a very long chapter.)
