"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?".
