Oystercatcher Tide Pools Sits on his Picassso

"Sex?" he repeated rather dumbly, bringing his rumb to the grains. The tasks she mentioned were all but foreign to the ears of the odd fellow. Yes, he had heard them mentioned from time to time by his siblings and respective guardians, yet he had never had the chance to participate in not one of them.

"Never mind that then!" he spoke, overriding his inexperience with more enthusiastic tones. "My nose has helps me live longer," he explained with a delighted laugh. "I don't know what a rabbit is, but many carcasses of felled fish and seals can be detected by me. And there are these things called crabs," he paused, drawing in a breath as he rambled on. "Their scuttling makes them easy to locate and from there I can detach their shells from their meat. They get wriggly after a while, but they keep me from starving."

Unaware her words were of a taunting demeanour, he continued to answer her queries, or what he thought were questions, with the simplicity of his open thoughts.