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The Sea-Turtle Clan<br />
This afternoon, the elders gathered for Meeting. I’m only<br />
12, but Grandmother brought me along. She wants me to<br />
understand the way the world works. “More children should<br />
attend Meeting,” she said. “They’ll be elders someday, too.”<br />
“Besides,” she added in a sing-song voice, “They’re serving<br />
kelp cakes.” She knows I adore seaweed cakes, but I don’t need<br />
to be coaxed. I like Meeting. It’s held at the top of the village,<br />
just beneath the shell dome. I like to watch the light make<br />
patterns on the shell and see all the underwater creatures go<br />
swimming by.<br />
Meeting follows the same routine. First, there are speeches<br />
about our clan’s history. Today one of the elders talked about<br />
how the Sea Turtle Clan came into being:<br />
“Long ago, Earth and its creatures struggled to<br />
survive amid the pollution that covered both land and sea.<br />
Then, a small group of people began to study the sea turtle.<br />
They realized the turtle had survived natural disasters over<br />
millions of years. It was a great keeper of Earth’s history — but<br />
now it was dying at the hands of humans.”<br />
“For years, the turtles cried for help, but no one<br />
listened. Bulldozers destroyed turtle nesting grounds to erect<br />
extravagant homes. Plastics dumped into the oceans filled the<br />
turtles’ bellies. They grew sick from chemicals and pollution.<br />
People killed nesting turtles on beaches. They harvested so<br />
many of their eggs that entire generations would never hatch.”<br />
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