At first, Stella thought the turtle was a seashell. Small and round, no bigger than Stella’s ear, the tiny turtle lay motionless in the sand. Then it moved its flippers, forward and back, forward and back, trying to crawl over the driftwood log in its path.
“Nana!” Stella called out. “Come quick! I found a baby turtle!”
Nana hurried over from her beach towel. “Why, so you have,” she said. “A brand-new loggerhead turtle hatchling.”
Stella reached for the tiny creature. “We need to put it in the water, where it belongs.”
“Wait a minute, love,” Nana said. “We need to help the turtle, but we have to do it the right way.”
Stella stopped. If anyone knew about sea turtles, it was Nana. Nana was special. “I’m a turtle…
