My dad bought a baby terrapin home. Small. Green. Beautiful (really, with a tattoo on its body; ummm, thats what I call it; too beautiful like a tattoo). Playful. Active. He doesn't like me to feed him still. Though he likes me I think. Maybe because I bathe him, bring him out and let him fly like a little jet, or even allow him to dive into a big tank with carnivorous fish (of cos I'm there to watch his safety)!!
Oh yes, I haven't name him yet.
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