"Mommy, my turtle is dead," the little boy sorrowfully told his mother,
holding the turtle out to her in his hand.
 
The mother kissed him on the head, then said," That's all right. We'll wrap
him in tissue paper, put him in a little box, then have a nice burial
ceremony in the back yard. After that, we'll go out for an ice cream soda,
and then get you a new pet. I don't want you...." Her voice trailed off as
she noticed the turtle move. "Well, look there.....your turtle is not dead
after all!"
 
"Oh," the disappointed boy, wanting ice cream and a new pet, said.  "Can I
kill it?"