Hayden slowly lingered through the forest, heading no where in particular. Chuckles, his turtle, was trudging along, making his way behind him. Every now and then you would here a rustling in the leaves like someone had fallen into a trap hole. It was just Chuckles trying to run, but it wasn’t worth it. Hayden laughed as the turtle tried and tried again. Atleast he was determined, right? Finally feeling sorry for the small creature, he scooped him up into his arms snuggling him tight for protection.
“Hmmm,” Hayden sighed as he plopped himself down into a small meadow of fresh spring grass. Small ladybugs fluttered out of sight as the two invaded their precious privacy. Chuckles fought his way out of Hayden’s arms, temptation rising within him. The plump turtle eagerly began munching on a clump of grass nearby. “One day you’ll regret all of these unnecessary treats,” Hayden advised, shortly after regretting the statement since he sounded like his mother. One thing he didn’t want to do.