One boy used to go to the dawn in the morning. He used to see an old lady. The old woman used to clean the back of small turtles on the banks of the pond. One day he thought about the reason behind this. The boy went to the lady and greeted her “Hello aunt! I see you always clearing the back of these turtles, why do you do this for such a reason? “The woman looked at the innocent boy and answered the boy on it.” I come every Sunday and come here and this little turtle Cleansing the back, I feel the pleasure of peace. “Because of the accumulation of torture on their backs, due to the accumulation of torture, their ability to generate heat decreases, so these turtles are unable to swim Let’s face it. If it remains the same for some time then this armor becomes weak, so I clean the armor.