I build a small fire pit at the bottom of the hill, spread out my condiments and cookware.
Zoerink looks down just slightly curious as i pull from my backpack…
a green sea turtle…
realizing it is about to be barbecued Zoerink sprints down from the hill.
He snatches the turtle from my hands and rushes in the direction of the sea screaming impolite words as he disappears from view.
Such was his panic that he failed to realize the turtle was not moving, or that it was made of rubber.
I dance gracefully up the hill.
QUEEN OF THE HILL once more