Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

He springs down a tunnel of shells, they nip and spin and undulate with their slamon-hued forms, drawing together into a sea of their own. This was a fun game! Funner than pretend! A crab smacks at his hide and he whirls about to giggle with Ava.

But she is fastly disappearing beneath the waves, and in his childish imagination he’d forgotten how much smaller she was than him, how much more vulnerable her soft puppy pelt is.

“HEY!” With a furious panic and a plunk of his puppy paws he shoots towards her, snatching her up by the tail and attempting to tug her free. But he cannot lift her and his shakes are helpless beneath the creatures who are now piling up his legs too.