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Last summer, my dad and I kept two turtles. They were box turtles. I named the first one Fire and the other one Bullet. Dad found them while he was jogging in the wilderness. When he came back from his run, I was surprised to see him holding a turtle in each hand—one yellow, one orange.
We put the two turtles in a plastic container. Soon after, I noticed they had started to poop. My dad put on plastic gloves to clean up their waste. The next day, we took the container outside our door and rinsed it clean with water. My dad searched online to see what to feed box turtles. The internet said they could eat fruit, vegetables, and eggs. However, when we offered them food, they wouldn't eat. Also, they kept trying to escape and return to their home in the wilderness. Later, we even bought a special cage for them to live in. But they still refused to eat or drink.
I discovered that the two box turtles enjoyed soaking in the little pool I bought for them. Their shells had beautiful patterns, like an artist's creation. The way they crawled was fascinating and adorable. Even though they were turtles, they could move relatively fast. Every afternoon, Dad would let the turtles out of the cage to take a “walk" in our backyard. They even played “hide-and-seek" with my dad—they would hide somewhere, and when it was time to put them back in the cage, he had to find them first.
After a week, Dad and I became worried because the turtles still weren't eating and hadn't pooped, which meant they hadn't been consuming anything. After discussion, Dad decided to release them back into their natural habitat so they could live on their own.
I hope that one day, I can encounter them on a trail in the wilderness—that would be so interesting!
