The old turtle came out of his private cave, now called a “man cave”, where he could listen to every single music choice with no comments from his family, the youngsters he called them. It was a bit unusual to see him claw his way out in the middle of the day, but there he was, pushing aside the large cushion that served as a door shape to keep his lair away from prying eyes and ears. The shine had worn off the faux leather door blocker, but the price of a new one had tripled since the seventies. The family dinner is ready chime drew him out for a meal and conversation. He noticed the dreaded new hip hop sounds disguised as music were heard in the background. He would sit for the dinner meal and then return to his self made nest.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #467
The Bag Lady 
Nice story Cheryl. Thanks for joining in.
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