Chapter 69

Yet, something did take a bite out of his butt. With a half-choked screech, he jumped up, grabbed his rear, and stared down in the water. A tiny turtle about the size of a man’s fist glared right back. “That wasn’t nice.”

TJ wandered over. “A snapping turtle? City bear, you really are a mess.”

“It bit me,” Donovan defended.

“After you sat on him.” TJ shooed the turtle on its way. “Let me see that bite. It can get infected, you know.”

Donovan somewhat sheepishly turned around. “How big is it? Like half a cheek?”

“More like the size of a pencil eraser.”

Donovan spun back to face TJ. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.” TJ shook his head. “I think you’ll live. We’ll put some antibiotic cream on it when we get back.”

Oh, goody.“No shots?”

“Nope. Not unless it gets redder.” TJ wandered a few feet away and lowered himself into the water.