Originally posted by ..MissBindaas..
"Mommy, my turtle is dead," the little boy,
Johnny, sorrowfully told his mother, holding the turtle out to her in
his hand.
The 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."
"Ice cream?" the little boy said, wiping his tears and smiling, "O
h! Boy!"
His mother said, "I don't want you..."
Her voice trailed off as she noticed the turtle move, "Johnny, you're turtle is not dead after all."
"Oh," the disappointed boy said. "Can I kill it?" 😳 🤣
hahhahaa 🤣🤣🤣
