Wheeling Gull Isle I've got crabs

“Aba, don! Kill to eat, only! You hurted!” Helpless childish cries. In spite of everything she is still just a puppy- just a little sister. Maybe she needs patience and to be shown the right way that God intends for them. Judah can give her that.

He scoops her up by the ruff and attempts to drag her again, a feeble attempt at reeling this unbridled puff of fur into a teaching moment, like Ami had said is his role.

“Now listen me! I teesh. You bite it, you eat it.” He reaches for a halved crab and shoves it under her nose.

To be honest it didn’t smell all that bad, but there was plenty more appetizing.