I still think about him
that great old turtle
large as a coffee table
standing by the side of the road,
his narrow eyes, his wrinkled head,
his gray-green shell spotted with lichen.

How he rose up on his elephantine legs!
How he hissed and snapped
at the metalice scraper
you thrust at him
trying to steer him away from the stream
of cars barreling past.

It was his will against yours
as you blocked his path
again and again
until finally he turned
and ambled off into the trees
without so much as a backward glance.

Two years have passed and I wonder,
Does he still think about us
the way we still think about him?
Does he dream about us?
Thank his lucky stars
we came along just in time?

Or does he curse us daily for stopping him from stepping into that dangerous traffic, risking it all to reach his ancient heart’s desire, forever unknown on the other side of the road?

Which sentence BEST summarizes the turtle’s actions?

A. The turtle successfully crossed the road and arrives at his destination.

B. The turtle turns around because he cannot move fast enough to cross the road.

C. The turtle stops and hides his head and legs inside his shell instead of trying to cross the road.

D. The turtle responds angrily because someone is preventing him from crossing the road.