me, dad, and a giant rabbit (1990)
here in north carolina, what should be a 40mph road is generally a 55-60mph road. we don't exactly live in the boonies, but the area is still pretty woodsy. every so often you'll see a little turtle frantically--as frantically as a turtle can get, anyway--trying to cross one of these roads.
my dad is in the army. people salute him and call him sir. but whenever he sees a turtle crossing the road, he stops the car, gets out, and carries the little guy over to the other side.

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I like your dad, but probably not as much as you do.
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