Created for a poem written by a kid from Grimm & Co (UK).
Henrietta I am sure, I am positive, that my button is not actually a button at all. In actual fact, it is a chip of the oldest tortoise in the world. They say that earth grows and flowers bloom on the shell on his back. Rumours say never run through the cracks in his tired old shell. For centuries has the old turtle's shell been hidden but somehow a chip of the legend has made its way into the possession of Miss Emily.