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Billy's Friend's Shell
by
Brittney Augustine
Not so far from an enormous wood that had almost every shade of green you could imagine, under the tall canopy of sap pine trees, the woods were known as Oxville. There was a quiet little pond in the mid west of the forest, which ran from a stream, down by the glorious little blue pond circled with daffodils and daisies, up to a little mud-pie castle. In the castle lived a turtle named Billy. Billy was about 2’5" tall, ten years old and had bright purple eyes. He loved to explore, go on adventures, and scavenger hunts.
The most important thing on Billy's travels was to watch out for Ralph! Ralph was the meanest, ugliest, sluggard crocodile you could ever run into. Ralph was about 5’3" tall with warts all over and had small, beady red eyes. They were as red as bright red apples straight off the tree. He was, I guess you could say, the bully of the forest.
Well, on one hot and sunny day, Billy and his best friend Squirtle, who was another turtle, were walking along a skinny brown path. When Ralph approached the two turtles he ordered them to move it or else!
"Or else what?" replied the two.
"Or I'll snatch your shells off the two of ya, without even knowing what happened.
As the two sat frightened, as if in the twilight zone, no one budged. Can you guess by now, in a little spot in the woods, Ralph was steaming. Instead of eating them for dinner, he simply said, "You'd better watch your backs, for I can take your precious shells at anytime, or even when you might be sleeping."
As he gave a non-reassuring gulp and shrug, the turtles felt that they were doomed. They were proud of themselves for not running from Ralph, which made them feel brave and heroic.
It was about three the next morning when Squirtle awoke in his atrocious room and realized that his shell was tragically missing. As frantic as he could be, he ran over to Billy's country mud-pie castle to break the horrid news.
Back at Billy's cozy house, frightened and in tears, Squirtle finds himself lost without his shell. Billy knew right away that Ralph was the cause for Squirtle's state of mind.
That night, Billy got some rope, masking tape, tape recorder, and a cream pie, for he planned to attack Ralph once and for all. Ralph was sleeping like a baby while Billy was climbing through Ralph's window. As quiet as Billy could be, one leg through, then bang! The other knocked against the window. Billy was scared that he had awakened Ralph, but there was no movement from Ralph. In relief, Billy crept around the bed and tied Ralph's hands and feet to the edges of the bed, while taping his mouth shut. Ralph was awakened in astonishment.
Then Billy shoved the cream pie in his hideous jacked up face, so he couldn't see what Billy was doing. Billy finally got tired of turning Ralph's room upside down looking for the missing shell. This left Billy with no patience. Billy ripped off the tape and demanded to know where he had put the shell.
Enraged with Billy, Ralph threw a temper tantrum and yelled, "How should I know where it is? For all you know his mom could be washing it for him!"
With uncertainty and a whole lot of confusion, Billy thought to himself, "What if Ralph's right?" Billy untied Ralph, and said, "If I find out that you have it, then expect me to come and hunt you down."
Billy rushed to Squirtle's house to ask him to see if his mom had put his shell in the wash. Both of them climbed down the musty staircase to the laundry room in the basement. Hooting and hollering with happiness, they found that Squirtle's shell was hung on the line to dry.
Feeling bad for how Billy treated Ralph, he went back to apologize. Billy was ashamed for blaming Ralph without giving him the benefit of the doubt. Billy said, "Sorry. Will you come on the next adventure with me tomorrow?"
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