Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We received a call from our son, and our grandson wanted to switch to Facetime.  My husband and I reminded him that he runs away to another room and we never see his face when we do.  So he promised to sit still so we could see his face, and despite some squirming he keep his word.  My husband regaled him with one of his turtle stories, and the three year old was riveted.  It involved a snapping turtle and my husband at seven with his three year old sister.  I've heard this story multiple times, but every time I hear it I admire my husband's parents' more for their tolerance.  Short hand, it goes like this:  the parents and two kids were out in a rowboat on Eagle Lake and my husband and sister-in-law were searching for turtles.  They found a couple, then my husband saw a bigger one on a rock and grabbed it and swung it into the boat, as he parents screamed "NO".  It landed in the boat, and his mother yelled "Snapping" and all four of them jumped out of the boat.  The snapping turtle was pulled regally toward shore, and my husband got it by the tail and managed somehow to convince his parents to take it home with the other turtles.  The kids had a foot deep plastic pool in their back yard where they put the turtles, but the next morning the snapper had eaten half of my husband's sister's turtle.  So out Mr. Snappy went, into the river down the embankment in the back yard.  His sister was bereft.  My husband was remorseless.  But no more snapping turtles were collected.