Little Freddie is crying and his mom asks him what’s the matter.
“My turtle is lifeless mommy,” the little boy, sorrowfully tells his mom, holding the turtle out to her.
The mom kisses him on the pinnacle, then says, “That’s all proper. We’ll wrap him in tissue paper, put him in a bit field, then have a pleasant burial ceremony within the again yard. After that, we’ll exit for an ice cream soda, after which get you a brand new pet.”
“I don’t need you…” Her voice trails off as she notices the turtle transfer.
“Freddie, your turtle shouldn’t be lifeless in any case!”
“Oh,” the clearly disillusioned boy says, “Can I kill it?”