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“Of course. No better way to learn than by doing.”  She chuckled, and they continued to search the rocks. ‘Mac had climbed up onto the rocks and she snooped around the bottoms, stick her muzzle into little crooks and nannys. She had managed to pull out another stick, a clam shell, a seagull feather, and she piled them into her treasure pile, of which she would sort out later. Then, she heard ‘Mac muttering. He had found a shell, long, but black, and much smaller than an oyster shell. “Ooh! That’s a mussel! They like to cling onto rocks in the water, they’re very strong.”

She motioned an offer to him to toss it down by her pile, and started to stick her nose into one more rock crack…. She glared down in between the dark rocks, and finally, she spotted it.
She laid down flat on her belly, and reached her thing leg as far as she could, just barely making it: She pulled out…. An oyster shell! She yipped, holding it in her teeth, tail wagging like a puppy.