"Yes I have found it. We must burn it."I explained to him.

He was very happy that I found the Turtle Shell. It was the key to a safe town. New York did not belong like this. It belonged like it was the day before the shell appeared. The day before the shell appeared was happy, calm, and a place everyone wanted to visit, but now it was the place no one wanted to come. That shell just had to ruin our town.

We decided that the shell had to be burned as soon as possible. The day that we decided to burn it was the next day. We would have a great ceremony. Everyone needs to know that the Shell was nothing that should ever have existed. We are not quite sure what would happen when the Shell was burned, but we hoped that something would change. There was no chance in us cleaning up this mess. If it was never cleaned up we would probably take everyone, well and healthy, to the next town over. After the day of moving we would never speak of the Turtle Shell ever again. If we ever did then maybe someone would try and find the ashes of the burned shell.