“I do!” exclaimed Connie whose eyes were keen.
“Where, Connie?”
In her excitement, Vevi nearly fell off the dock.
“Out there in the middle of the pond. See that log!”
Vevi gazed where Connie pointed. Sure enough, a small spotted turtle was perched on the log, drying his shell.
“Let’s get him!” she cried.
“How? We can’t wade out into the middle of the pond.”
Vevi went quickly to inspect the old boat. There were no oars. Besides, several inches of water had seeped in over the floor boards.
“We can’t use that old boat either,” said Connie quickly. “It would be too risky.”
“There must be other turtles in this pond,” Vevi declared. “We’ll find ’em.”