Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

Ava is the first to come, her eyes aflame with a shared wonder!

“Aba!” He calls to her between torrents of giggles. “Wash me Aba!! Wash!” He flops to the ground and is submerged in slithering fleshy shells.

“Tickols!” He barks and jockeys around until he’s free save for a clamp of his tail-tip.

“Cawful!” He instructs his little sister. She was much smaller so he’d keep an eye on her.  “Dey bie like dis, doesn huwt!” He explains and waggles his tail with the rodeo crab.

“I know I know! Les see who can ged more shell thingy bies!” He proposes and tumbles again into the clack of crabs.