Deep in the jungle, where rivers rolled and birds chirped, lived a little turtle named Tilly.

But Tilly wasn't like the other turtles. Oh no! While they plodded along slowly, Tilly clicked and tapped!

Every morning, when the dew sparkled, Tilly clicked her tiny toes - tap, tap, tap!

At noon, when the sun warmed the rocks, Tilly stomped her shell - stomp, stomp, stomp!

And at night, under the twinkling stars, Tilly tapped across the riverbank - tap, tap, tap!

"Slow down, Tilly," sighed Old Snapper the wise tortoise. "Turtles don't tap. We plod."

"But tapping makes me happy!" said Tilly, tapping her tiny feet.

One day, a little boy named Ben walked by.

"Look, Mommy! That turtle is tapping!"

Ben clapped his hands - clap, clap, clap!

Tilly clapped her little feet - tap, tap, tap!

Just then, a cheeky parrot fluttered down. "That looks fun!" He flapped his wings - flap, flap, flap!

A playful monkey swung in. "I want to try!" She clapped her hands - clap, clap, clap!

A sleepy elephant wiggled his big ears. "Even I can do it!" He stomped his feet - stomp, stomp, stomp!

Soon, the whole jungle was moving together!

Can YOU tap like Tilly? Tap, tap, tap!

Can YOU flap like the parrot? Flap, flap, flap!

Can YOU stomp like the elephant? Stomp, stomp, stomp!

Old Snapper chuckled. "Well, I suppose a tapping turtle isn't so bad after all."

And Tilly? She was happier than ever - because sometimes, being different is the best way to be!

The End.