Teenage mutant ninja turtles were rad. So was the use of the word rad. As kids, my older brother and I were desperately keen to be ninja turtles. So much so older bro even dressed up as a TMNT on library day.
The moment the new sewhip magazine was delivered, the fate of a turtle was set.
Tragically for older bro, he is too old for stuffed toys, so the gift is for little bro (age 11). He's still unawares of the turtle winging it's little way.
In practical terms, the pattern was easy to follow, the piece clear on where to join and how to piece it together. Even how to stuff him to make sure his neck sits upright. I diligently followed all of these steps, and have a slightly lumpy, top heavy turtle! Even after fashioning a small tube to insert rice into the body, the weight of the head consistently tips him forward.
Tragically, our unnamed turtle is now referred to as the depressed turtle.