why did my turtle start speaking spanish

I waddled back home from the market just as dusk settled over the streets, heading straight for my favorite corner beside the bookshelf. Right there on the woven rug, I found a clean, sturdy cardboard tube from an empty thread spool. ¡Ajá, the makings of a magnificent field cannon! I dropped down onto my plush belly, planted my flippers around the cylinder, and propped its muzzle up against a thick dictionary to get the angle just right. Rolling a shiny green wooden bead between my flippers, I loaded it into the chamber and gave the barrel a firm pat of approval. My outpost is safe for the night!