Some...uh...bad news

Well of course I have to start from the beginning so you will know the whole story. One day our family was happily sitting in our family room to watch a T.V. show. We hear a knock on the window. Hmmmm. Who was the only one outside? Well it was my brother, Brahms. He was bringing his turtles into the garage where there is a tank for the turtles. We went outside to see what happened. The thing was ,Bob,(Short for Beethoven)was gone. We looked around for him. My mom found him. His mouth was full of bark and ... um his legs were gone. So was his tail. We brought him inside while my brother brought in Chuck,(short for Chekhov, a famous writer)in the garage. Bob moved a little bit with what he had left of his legs. Of course the bark came out of his mouth. On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, he was fine, but on Thursday, his head was down and he looked sick. A couple hours after my brother came back from school, his head was stiff and his eyes were closed, he was dead. We put him in a club crackers box and put a little note on it that said, "Bob- He was a good turtle". I quickly got some scissors and went to go pick roses so my brother could put them where he was buried. He did not take them. He was too sad. Bob was his turtle. I put the flowers on instead. Then my sister came home saying " Where is Bob?"