Wading mud Puddles

I got to thinking today about the different things that we were told as children for instance--we (Me-Mickey-Mike & Cinda) loved to wade in mud puddles --well in the front of Grandpa's house would be one as big as a small tank-oh it was great fun until grandpa told us we best get out before a turtle grabbed one of our toes because if it latched on to our toe it wouldn't let go until it thundered again ! That really gave us reason to worry about it a little because in that part of the country you can go a LONG time and not hear it thunder. On that particular day we decided we'd just stay right in the middle of the big puddle and Grandpa wouldn't come get us and besides we didn't see any turtles---wasn't long until mike gets to hollering & crying Momma ' Momma help me a turtle has my toe---Beverly came out there & removed her shoes & waded out to get Mike and to remove that big ole turtle--the way he was hollering it just had to be a monster of a turtle--She picks him up and gets to laughing --he had stepped on a big cockleburr & it was wedged between his toes...I don't know why me or Mick one didn't go to help him--guess being ornery or else we thought there may be a big turtle in there after all---