11-year-old Adam Pines was walking down a shopping street with his mother when he wandered away to look inside a shop window. "Whoa!" he exclaimed. It was the pair of football cleats that he had been wanting.
Adams mother hadn't noticed that he wandered away, so she kept walking down the street to the nearest shop."So Adam, what was it that you were wanting? Adam?!" she said with anxiety rising in her voice.
Adam realized that his mother did not follow him over to the shop window. "Mum!? Mum?!" he cried. He decided that he should man up and go look for saw a shop close to him and raced towards it hoping she was in there. He ran so fast he didn't notice that the sign said TURTLE BUTCHER.
He ran in and stopped dead in his tracks. A round man stood at a table, wearing a bloody apron, holding a cleaver in the air and holding down a turtle. The man looked up, surprised to see an 11-year-old boy standing there, mouth gaping at the sight.
"Hey there kid, the shops not open, I'm just gonna finish this guy up and then you can buy something, 'Kay?" the butcher told Adam.
"NOOO!" Adam shrieked at the butcher. Then the turtle sausage flew off the wall, wrapped around the butcher and threw him out the window. Adam had no idea what had happened, but ran at the turtle anyway. He scooped him up in his arms and ran.
As soon as the man flew out the window with what appeared to be sausage wrapped around him, Adams mother knew that was where Adam was. As she moved towards the shop a little boy with tears streaming down his face ran right into her.
"Adam?" she asked.
"Mum?" he asked hopefully.
"There you are Adam, I was worried sick about you," his mum told him with a bit of anger in her voice.
"Can we keep him?" Adam asked holding out the turtle.
"Of course, you did save his life," answered his mother matter-of-factly.
Adam was friends with Spot from then on out. (named Spot because of a patch of lighter green on his forehead.)