Passing by a restaurant, I heard a man yelling, “Turtle Soup Special Today.” What was that I thought? People eat turtles? That was shocking. Who were they going to eat next? Maybe it would be me. That really put a scare in my behind let me tell you.

Well, right then and there, I decided to go on a turtle-saving crusade . So off I went into the forest. There by a dried out swamp, I found hundreds of thirsty and slow-moving turtles. They were dying and were soon to be turtle soup specials if I didn't rescue them. There was a lake about a mile away but by the slow way they were moving they'd never make it. I had to save them and give them the strength to crawl and hide from the turtle soup makers.

My Goofball S uperhero idea was to tie rockets on their shells and have a “Flying Turtles 4 th of July Out of the Soup” celebration. And that's exactly what I did. Hundreds of flying turtles of all colors and sizes filled the sky. I bet there's never been a sight quite like that in the annals of turtle history.

They zoomed and crashed into each other with feelings of complete joy, confidence, and gratefulness. They waved their goodbyes with enthusiasm. “OUT OF THE SOUP AND INTO THE … AHHHH! THE DODO IS CRAA … ZZZZZY! HEEEEEEEELP! SAAAAAAVE US ! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S DOOOOO….ING THIS TO US!”

Oops, then it occurred to me. The rockets I had tied on them were much too powerful. It sent them flying, and soaring way past the lake. For miles they flew and dropped like turtle snowflakes on the misty mountaintops. I prayed that they would land in a nice soft grassy area so they wouldn't get hurt or die.