In the North Island, a wee way from here, lived a turtle called Harry. His proper name isn’t Harry it is Harrison. Well at least we have got into the story now.
Harry the turtle was in Sugar Beach and maybe you don’t know this but Harry is blind. Anyway he was in a rock pool. Suddenly a big wave came through, oh dear!
Suddenly Harry realised he was on his abck. He wondered how he could get back on his feet. Maybe if he rocked his shell he would be able to roll over.
“What a nuisance! It didn’t work,” said Harry. “What else can I do?” thought Harry. Maybe he could call out to someone for help. Luckily someone called Isabella was walking along the beach and heard Harry yelling for help. Isabella saw him and helped him onto his feet.
“Thank you,” said Harry.
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