AN ANIMAL IN A BOX HOUSE 
“Uncle Jack, do you see wh&t I see?” asked Buddy, as 
he looked toward some weeds. 
“What queer thing are you seeing now?” asked Uncle 
Jack, as he stopped beside him. 
“I don’t know. That is what I wish you would tell 
me. It looks like a stone moving very slowly over there.” 
Buddy pointed to something that was about the size of 
half an indoor baseball with the flat side on the ground. 
“Go and look at it. That is the way to learn what 
things are. Don’t ask me to tell you everything. Find 
out all you can for yourself.” 
Buddy did not wait any longer. Before he got to it, 
it stopped moving. It had no head, no tail, and no legs, 
that Buddy could see. It did not seem to be alive. Buddy 
wanted to pick it up, but he remembered the wasps. 
Then he saw a little head slowly peep out at him from 
under one edge. 
“Hey! Everybody come quickly!” he called. “See what 
a fine treasure I have found!” 
“Do you know what it is?” asked his uncle. 
“Yes; some kind of a turtle.” 
“A good guess. But there are many kinds of turtles. 
Some live in the sea, some in rivers and lakes, and some 
live on the land like this one. Many people call all of 
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