
The scene: David Driver's Northwest Georgia turtle farm.
The setup: Vandals tear down a fence along the farm's perimeter.
The action: Between 1,600 and 2,200 tiny, green reptiles — snappers, Eastern paints, yellow-bellied sliders — pack their tiny, turtle suitcases (their shells — a doi), and slowly scooted toward freedom in nearby ponds and creeks.
What really happened: A spunky group of vaguely anthropomorphized turtles hatch elaborate plot to tear down the enclosures at their rural turtle farm before they can be shipped away to pet/grocery stores in China. Hilarity and hi-jinx ensue. Everyone learns a lesson about courage, being true to oneself, and overcoming obstacles, like a propensity toward slow movement that would seem to make escape impossible.
THE END.
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