Can I kill it

"Mommy,myturtleisdead,"thelittleboy,Myrddin,sorrowfullytoldhismother,holdingtheturtleouttoherinhishand.

Themotherkissedhimonthehead,thensaid,"That’sallright.We’llwraphimintissuepaper,puthiminalittlebox,thenhaveaniceburialceremonyinthebackyard.Afterthat,we’llgooutforanicecreamsoda,andthengetyouanewpet.

Idon’twantyou...."Hervoicetrailedoffasshenoticedtheturtlemove."Myrddin,yourturtleisnotdeadafterall."

"Oh,"thedisappointedboy,wantingicecreamandanewpet,said."CanIkillit?".

Idon’twantyou...."Hervoicetrailedoffasshenoticedtheturtlemove."Myrddin,yourturtleisnotdeadafterall."

"Oh,"thedisappointedboy,wantingicecreamandanewpet,said."CanIkillit?".