While I was swooping to the surface, I searched for the red I found it floating like a dead fish in the water. I picked it up and it wasn’t a rock, a little head popped out and then the feet came out one by one. It was a baby turtle! It crawled slowly on my hand. I took it up to our cottage and made him a little house in a bucket and with some rocks in it.
Throughout the day, I checked on him and fed him tine pieces of bred. He ate them lazily.
After I went to bed that night woke up to some splashing, I went in the living room and remembered my bucket, and I saw the little turtle swimming in the bucket. My dad said I could keep him but I couldn’t stand him in the little space. I opened the back door facing the lake and started walking 10 minutes later I was walking back and walked up to the house and went into bed and then stared at the dark sealing in till I fell asleep.