Albeit at an angle. The turtle broadsided the shark and took a taste out of its gill.
The shark wigged, of course, and retreated to deeper waters, to find a cheaper restaurant. And the turtle, suddenly faced with the rest of its life, bopped around a bit, in no particular hurry, on the beach. *
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