It was just about time for a morning nap, and Catherine and her mama were rocking in a very comfy chair and reading a very interesting book. Just as Catherine began to doze off she heard "Arf! Arf! Arf!" right outside her bedroom window.
She sat up as straight as a fence post and harkened her ears toward the window.
"My friend Clive sounds like he's in distress," Catherine thought to herself. She pointed to the window, signaling to her mama that she thought they should check it out. When they got outside, they realized that Clive was not alone in the backyard!
"Rawr, Rawr, intruder! Arf, arf," Clive barked. The turtle looked terrified and scrambled alongside the porch. At first, sweet Catherine was frightened by all of the racket. She wrung her hands, wondering what she could do to ease the tension between the two friendly creatures.Catherine is such a brave and clever little girl; it didn't take her long to think of a solution.
"I know, Mom! Let's put the turtle in the box and set him free in the front yard. That way Clive can relax in peace...and so can I!"
The turtle seemed a little anxious at being put into such a small space. He was used to the wide open air. Catherine offered him some of Clive's water to calm his nerves, but he wasn't interested.
The turtle was wiley and courageous. He didn't shrink into his shell like most turtles would. No, he scrambled around, looking for a means of escape. He nearly scaled the walls of the box!
Finally, the turtle and the girl made it to the wide open expanse of the front yard. "You're free, Mr. Turtle, free!" Catherine called.