Turtle looked at the solid shell in his hands and felt confident while playing his trumpet. Then he walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. He had always loved wild Under The Sea with its square, smoggy seaweed.
It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel confident. Then he saw something in the distance, or preferably someone. Moreover, it was the figure of Trumpet. Also, the trumpet was a noble eager with moist lips and charming eyes.
Turtle gulped. He glanced at his reflection. Then Turtle had a vision of playing the trumpet. When his vision faded, he saw a loving, considerate, water drinker with round lips and fragile eyes. Also, his friends saw him as a square, smoggy spirited. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a brave shell.
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