If you really want to hear about it, I’ll tell ya. It all started with this phony turtle named Slowy, a very corny name I have to admit. You might not actually want to hear what I got to tell ya, but if your really want to hear about it then here goes. I live in a nice place up the river in Fernfield. Well, it’s not too nice. There’s a lot of phony people up here. They try to act all sincere and stuff, but you can tell that they’re being a phony. So far, the only thing they’ve said to me that was actually quite true was that I was fast. I knew that too. Down below the river is Skid Row. That’s where all the turtles live. I’ve been there just once, once. It makes me depressed. They would go around the town in their big shells without a worry in the world. So anyway, I decided to have a good ol’ race with these folks. There was usually a yearly competition between the schools of our cities. We all each pick one fastest runner from the school to race from a tree on the top of…show more content… I fetched the cab and got off at the train station. Unfortunately, I had to wait 20 minutes in the rain. The smell rain was overwhelming and it reminded me again of the race. I sat down depressed in the rain without an umbrella. So anyway, I was there waiting for the train. It was close to evening when no one rides. The train finally comes and I get on. At Danport, a turtle comes onto the bus and plops down right next to me, although there are millions of empty seats. The other turtle strikes up a question with “Do you live in Fernfield?” To my surprise, the turtle knew where I lived! She asked me, “I saw you the poster for the annual race.” I was relieved to be not sitting with a stalker. She had no clue what went down and I tried my best to make her believe that Slowly cheated to beat me. She was really sincere and actually thought I was being honest. I started feeling bad after lying the entire ride, but I left and got of at