My wife and I saw my tortoises giant "package" the other day. It was awful, he's hung like Shaquile Oneil. I don't know what was going on with him. I was looking out my back window, and there was Leo, in his pen. He looked like he was mounting an imaginary mate. He was frozen in this position, the rear part of his shell was touching the ground and his front legs and neck were stretched upward, like he was trying to look over the fence. We ran out to see what was the matter with him. When I picked him up, BAM, there it was. I got a rear view,(which was horrible enough) but Vicki got the full frontal view. We both walked away, like we just witnessed some fatal car wreck. We found a safe corner and hugged. By the way, his thing disappeared after I put him down.
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