Coconut Grove this town is wasted and alone.

”…and that’s how I lost my virginity.”

Penn concluded his story with a nonchalant shrug. It had been a good tale, and he was very much beginning to believe himself to be an excellent storyteller. His audience seemed to appreciate it. Or, they hadn’t abandoned him in the middle of his telling, anyway. And by they, I mean… it.

The crab sat motionless on the face of the rock, as it had throughout Penn’s entire story. As it probably had for hours before Penn had even arrived. It didn’t seem perturbed in the least when it had been joined by a wolf, nor when that wolf had started speaking to it as though they were old college buddies. It was still and attentive, not interrupting with a single question or even an exclamation of surprise and delight. Come to think of it, wasn’t that mildly peculiar?

Penn frowned at the crab for a moment, then finally had to ask… ”Are you dead?”

It did nothing. Cause it was dead.