Another one of my random...err...gods? weirdnesses? things? My husband patiently modelled the hands. While working on this painting, the biggest turtle I've ever seen turned up on my lawn, which is probably a coincidence. Almost certainly. (God, I hope!) I finished the painting quickly anyway, lest Mother Terrapin send more minions to check up on me.
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Mother Terrapin is as old as hills and wisdom, and if you lay any crap on her about crones being the kindly keepers of ancient goddess mysteries, she'll have you pissing Cheez Whiz for a month. Mother Terrapin is not kind, or enlightened, and nobody's quite sure if she's a woman or a turtle or a goddess. She's definitely a witch, though, and not the froofy kind you meet at the coffee shop. She's petty and small-minded and malicious and proud, and that's exactly how she likes it.