I am a turtle.
It may seem like I have a hard exterior but really I am all mushy inside.
The shell you see is only to protect me. Sometimes, when I am scared I hide inside. For days.
I cannot keep up with the world I am too slow on land.
But I can swim along. I like that.
Sometimes, I try to cheer people up and get in trouble.
I am sooper weird.
But what can I do?
I am a frikkin’ turtle.