I was sitting on the pavement , when an orange tortoise waved at me. “Over here!” he called. I dashed over. “I’m Ben” he introduced himself. “I’m Nathan” I said, as we shook hands. “I need help getting the tortoise crown” he said. “It’s in the sewers.” Let’s go!” I yelled. As we stumbled through the dark sewer, Ben told me he was next in line for the tortoise throne. When they’re 84, tortoises put the crown back in the sewer. Then,the prince picks it up. Just then, we came to a funny shaped crown. Ben put it on and became king of the tortoises.