Boys Will Be Boys
Freddie ran into the kitchen crying and cradling something in
his hands. "Mommy, my turtle is dead," Freddie told his mother
as he held the turtle out to her.
His mother kissed him on the head, then said, "That's all right.
We'll wrap him in tissue paper, put him in a little box, then
have a nice burial ceremony in the back yard. After that, we'll
go out for an ice cream soda, and then get you a new pet. I don't
want you . . ." Her voice trailed off as she noticed the turtle
move. "Hey! Freddie, your turtle is not dead after all!"
"Oh," the boy said. "Can I kill it?"