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Usher walked through the Medina of Rabat. He looked to his left and saw electronics for sale. Looked to his right, live chickens. But straight ahead, well, there they were. Plastic containers filled to the brim with turtles. Not ninja turtles. Moroccan turtles. Each of the ectothermic creatures fought their way to the top, eager to be picked up by the eight-time Grammy-winning R&B singer.
Usher walked over, immediately gravitating towards a larger turtle. He stared into its eyes, and saw that it was good.
Usher then scooped up the tiniest turtle and briefly, carefully tickled its belly. It laughed.
Usher then held a mid-sized turtle by its shell, and Walter (we'll call him Walter), opened his arms wide for a hug, a sign of friendship and understanding.
Finally, Usher offered rousing cry of support for his new friends: