[Luke](5MXPRVTP) loved the ocean. Every summer morning, he ran to the beach with his bucket and shovel, listening to the waves sing.

One day, [Luke](5MXPRVTP) saw something moving in the sand. It was tiny, with flippers that looked like little paddles.

“A turtle!” [Luke](5MXPRVTP) whispered. The baby sea turtle was struggling to reach the water.

[Luke](5MXPRVTP) bent down. “I’ll help you, little one,” he said gently. But then he remembered—Grandma always told him: “Wild animals must find their own way.”

So [Luke](5MXPRVTP) didn’t pick up the turtle. Instead, he cleared away the small rocks and shells that blocked its path.

“Go on,” [Luke](5MXPRVTP) cheered softly. The baby turtle flapped its flippers, leaving tiny tracks in the sand.

A seagull swooped overhead. [Luke](5MXPRVTP) waved his arms and shouted, “Shoo! Leave my friend alone!”

At last, the turtle reached the edge of the sea. A wave rushed forward and lifted it gently.

“Goodbye!” [Luke](5MXPRVTP) called. The turtle swam into the sparkling blue, its head bobbing once before it disappeared.

That night, [Luke](5MXPRVTP) looked up at the stars. He wondered where his sea turtle friend was swimming. “Maybe one day,” he thought, “you’ll come back to this beach again.”