"Mommy, my turtle is dead," the little boy, Myrddin, sorrowfully told his mother, holding the turtle out to her in his hand.The mother kissed him on the head, then said," Thats all right. Well wrap him in tissue paper, put him in a little box, then have a nice burial ceremony in the back yard. After that, well go out for an ice cream soda, and then get you a new pet. I dont want you...." Her voice trailed off as she noticed the turtle move. "Myrddin, your turtle is not dead after all." 转2载＆j^p^z^y^z点c^o^m"Oh," the disappointed boy, wanting ice cream and a new pet, said. "Can I kill it?".