On the way home, I kept thinking about what kind of name to choose?

When I got home, I put it in a small pot and shouted decisively: "Tortoise seedling~"

The turtle seedlings were bought by an old lady pushing a tricycle on the street. At that time, there was a dark green net in a glass jar, and about eight little green turtles kept stretching their claws upwards. Only the turtle seedlings sank down, staying quietly in place, letting the turtle's feet step on it from time to time, leisurely and serious, staring at the strange world outside with its eyes slanted with glass.

After hesitating for three seconds, I finally took it and two bags of turtle feed home.

I was quite lively on the road and I was always thinking about how to escape. When I got home, I stayed in the basin and the whole turtle fell silent. I sat on the cold floor and looked at it. I was probably irritated by my sight. I was carrying me and my limbs were clattered and I got up from the basin and fell down with my legs.

I laughed out loud and gave it a chance to turn over. It was quite backbone. It deliberately slipped on the tiles and then turned over completely with its own turtle force.

Our contest unfolds here.

It is not suitable for it in the living room. At least, I dare not let it crawl around. What should I do if it is stepped on and killed? I wisely moved its home to a corner of my balcony and specially made it a small nest full of love, but it was not happy with the turtle seedlings. However, since I am the master, you should at least listen to me, little guy.

The balcony was sunny in the west, and the sun was so fierce after 1 pm, I brought the tortoise seedlings out. It was always liked to compete with me. I grabbed its shell and came out. I couldn't bear to sway its short and thick calves. After all, how did it come first? I didn't know the consequences of being roasted if it was long.

At night, the sun faded away, and the cool breeze sprinkled some water on the ground and put its food rations. The "bowl" less than 20 centimeters high contains clear water that just covered the turtle seedlings and a few patterns of pebbles. Whether it is land or shallow beaches, let Turtle choose. On the side are lush lilies, blooming pansies, and a small fruit mulberry tree, which is pleasant to say.

However, turtle seedlings like to climb to the iron railings. If they are not able to climb up, they will probably jump off the building.

In the past week, when I was staring at it, I didn’t get a single piece of feed, and I seemed to have exhausted my energy to crawl around. I squatted there wherever I moved. When it didn’t stick out its head, it was like a piece of green spot on a ceramic tile.

A few days later, and even my head was not willing to touch the air. I held the pen and tapped its turtle shell. It was tinkling, but I still couldn't react. I felt something. I threw down the pen, picked up the turtle seedling, and teased it to stretch out its head. For this reason, I despicablely put it upside down. It was so that I could barely stretch it out. However, the good times didn't last long, and I saw the shell in a few minutes.

On the 21st day after I handed over it, it passed away.

The reason why it was twenty-two days was because I didn’t count the day I took it home, and we were still unfamiliar with that day.

My mother was gloating about the death of the turtle seedling. She said, "You have a bad look, but you chose a turtle that is about to die."
Chapter completed!