Well, there’s a story there. We have a
little boy who wanted a pet. We can’t have cats because wife is allergic.
She and Boy are also allergic to dogs. Wife brings home little green turtle
one day to make boy happy. Boy names him Swimmy, is happy. Two weeks later,
Boy and I come home from mass in a separate car from Wife. Wife has left
note on door: “SWIMMY DEAD. DON’T LET HIM GO IN BEDROOM. GONE TO PET STORE.”
I distract Boy. Wife comes home from pet store hiding emergency back-up
Swimmy in bag. Wife makes handoff to me, and I slip into Boy’s bedroom to
replace defunct turtle in aquarium. Moments later, I summon Wife to witness
miraculous resurrection of Swimmy, who had just been sleeping. We invite Boy
in to greet Swimmy’s new pal. Boy names him Swampy, is happy.