Today is my birthday. My mother sent me a letter, telling me to visit her for a cup of tea and a conversation. As soon as I had received the letter I put my coat on and headed for the alleyway. Soon I was walking down a dark, shadowy pavement and in the street of houses was a strange looking home, it had wet glass and hot pains. Strangely, orange liquid poured from the window, and it's spelt out the words your turtle is dead, I didn't have a clue what the words meant so I turned around with my fingers covering my ears, I spoke out it's just a silly joke, it's just a silly joke, it's just a silly joke I said, but right I front of my eyes was the head of my turtle. It looked like it had aged goodbye to me I felt so melancholic I was now crying my turtle is DEAD. His eyes were shaped so round and closed his head was covered in funny pus he wasn't just dead he was brutally killed.