In the Hive.

A little turtle despised her broken shell that she had lived in for many years & determined to detach herself from it. For the first time, she bravely took off her shell, basked herself in the sun, smelt the breeze of the sea & felt the luxury of the freedom. She was surprised that leaving her heavy shell was such a relief. She wandered into the forest. She was truely happy when she could make friends without the hideous part, baring her true self & sharing genuine sincerity. For many months in the forest, she had almost forgotten the abandoned broken shell until she met another turtle with the most beautiful shell she thought she had ever seen. When she was about to approach that turtle, she fell into a hole with small spikes. Blood gushes out from her chest. She cried but that turtle turned away. She saw the agony & felt the disappointment. With little strength, she found her way back to the shore where her abandoned shell was. She knew that was the best place she should be & understood what was not meant.