By Reuben Prescesky.
Rabid Turtle had gotten into quite some trouble recently. But that wasn’t enough. “I want TROUBLE,” he said.
Suddenly, he heard a voice: “TURTLE! TURTLE IS MEAN!” It was a familiar voice.
IT’S THAT MAN FROM BEFORE! OH NO! thought Rabid Turtle.
“ME WANTS TURTLE GET ARRESTED!” the man yelled as he got out his phone. “Nin, win, win (9-1-1),” he said as he entered the phone number. “TURTLE IS BAD, ARREST HIM,” he said, then he hung up.
So, Rabid Turtle started to run. “Wait, why do I have to run if I didn’t give the police any proper information?” he asked himself aloud. So, instead of running…
“OWWWYYY!! ME WANTS MOMMY!” said the man as he ran away.
Now that the man was gone, Rabid Turtle could get some ice cream. But then he saw something green: “GRASS!” He started chewing on the grass (because he’s rabid).
Suddenly… “HEY!! THAT NO YOURS!” It was a voice coming from behind him.
“Who are you, and I’m rabid,” said Rabid Turtle.
“HI MY NAME IS BERT AND I AM A SNAIL WHO TALKS WITH ONLY BIIIG LETTERS,” said Bert. “ME TOO,” Bert added.
“I must eat you,” Rabid Turtle decided.
“OK,” Bert agreed.
*Nom nom nom* “That was yummy,” said Rabid Turtle.
“REMEMBER NO EATINGS MY GRASS.” Bert’s voice was coming from inside of Rabid Turtle.
“Wait, you are not actually very tasty,” Rabid Turtle said.
“AM TOO,” said Bert.
“Well I don’t like you!” Rabid Turtle argued.
“I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR FRIEND,” Bert said.
“But you’re not very tasty,” Rabid Turtle said.
“OK, I WILL GET MORE TASTIER,” Bert decided.
“No,” Rabid Turtle argued.
“I still want to swallow you”… *GULP* …”Yummy.”
Rabid Turtle wanted more friends with rabies, so he started to look for the president.