The Shell by Ben

I was up in main, my brother and sister was fishing. They were fighting each other with the fishing hooks, swinging the lines like lassos. They were making so muck noise that it was like one of those baby toys, every time it moved it cried. The squeals were so bad that it was like it was like the toy was in a car going on a rocky road. While my siblings where making a racket, I was swimming and my siblings where making a lot of noise. I dove under and opened my eyes threw the glimmering water; I saw something red like blood under the water half buried under the sand. I touched it, suddenly what looked like a rock floated to the top.

 While I was swooping to the surface, I searched for the red I found it floating like a dead fish in the water. I picked it up and it wasn’t a rock, a little head popped out and then the feet came out one by one. It was a baby turtle! It crawled slowly on my hand.  I took it up to our cottage and made him a little house in a bucket and with some rocks in it.

Throughout the day, I checked on him and fed him tine pieces of bred. He ate them lazily.

After I went to bed that night woke up to some splashing, I went in the living room and remembered my bucket, and I saw the little turtle swimming in the bucket. My dad said I could keep him but I couldn’t stand him in the little space. I opened the back door facing the lake and started walking 10 minutes later I was walking back and walked up to the house and went into bed and then stared at the dark sealing in till I fell asleep.