Hannah and health

It was Saturday afternoon, and the shops in Cottbus had already closed. No traffic noise invaded, no breeze moved. A cat found shade under a shed and dozed just like Aunt Margot.

Suddenly a cry pierced the stillness. "Margot, come quickly. Hannah is gone!" In an instant, aunt and cat were at the fence, and the neighbor recounted breathlessly that Hannah had been missing for a while. Margot immediately began to search, combing the area between the gooseberry bushes and the strawberry plants. But Hannah, the neighbors' tortoise, was gone.

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August 13, 2001

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