Come on an adventure with me and my mystery crab! Bring the kiddos!
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A crab woke up late one night with a bump on his noggin and that strange sensation of not knowing where - or who - he was. As his vision cleared, he thought he saw a cow jumping over the moon, but he told himself it must have been the dwindling remnants of a dream. Soon a cat approached him.
"Are you OK? You look a little lost," said the cat.
"I feel a little lost. Can you tell me where I am? Or, better yet, who I am?" replied the crab.
"Well, I don't know who you are, but this is Farmer Tevye's place," said the cat as he swept his tail around to show the breadth of the farmland. "Why don't you go talk to him. He may know who you are."
"Thanks" said the crab, and he was on his way.
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The crab walked towards a large red barn and found Farmer Tevye singing and picking up what seemed to be loose dishware.
"Excuse me, sir, but do you know who I am?"
"I'm sorry little fellow, but I haven't seen the likes of you around these parts before," answered Farmer Tevye. "Traditionally, if I'm trying to remember something, I head up to the roof for perspective. I don't know why, but something tells me you belong up there."
"Oh, OK, thank you," said the crab, a little warily.
"Be careful now," shouted Farmer Tevye after him, "it can be a bit shaky up there!"
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"Hmmph. Oomph." The crab climbed up to the tippy top of the barn roof.
"Bagawk!" said a resident chicken.
"Hello, can you tell me who I am?" asked the crab.
"Bock!" replied the chicken.
"My name is Bock?" asked the crab, unsure how he felt about being called 'Bock'.
"Bock, bock, bagawk!" answered the chicken.
"I see," said the rather discouraged crab. He looked out across the farmland to the dark horizon and there, in the distance, was the bright orange glow of a big city. And in the middle of the bright orange glow was a big fish-like 'G' emanating from the center of the city. What could it be? The little crab didn't know, but he took it as both a figurative and literal sign and decided he would go and find out! First things first though: he needed to climb back down.
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The little crab journeyed across the fields, up and over hills, to a magical city called 'Atlanta'. When he arrived he asked passersby if they new the significance of fish-shaped letters. One friendly gal said, "Oh yes! The Georgia Aquarium has a finned 'G' for their logo!"
The little crab was so excited! "If I'm going to find out who I am, surely it will be at an aquarium!" So to the aquarium he scurried.
As the little crab approached the entrance to the aquarium, he saw a sign that read,
"Excuse me, um, sir... you are blocking the sign. Can you step aside so I can read it please?" asked the crab as politely as possible.
"I'll step aside if you challenge me to a duel first. A musical duel, that is," cackled the Devil.
"No thanks," said the crab, confused and a little put off by the devil. But he thought to himself, "If I can't find my answers here, I'll go directly to the Georgia Coast. Someone must know who I am there."
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The cool breeze and sandy beach were welcome reprieves from the little crab's hard journey from the farm, through the city, to the sea. As he scurried about happily in this new-found joy of salty air on soft, wet terrain, he spied someone in the distance. Was this someone who could finally answer his question?
The crab waved to the stranger, and instantly felt a bit cooler. "That was odd," he thought to himself. But the stranger waved back!
With a closer look, the crab realized there was something strange about this stranger: he only had one large claw. The other claw was quite small. Immediately the crab regretted waving to this unknown mutant, but the asymmetrical crab was now fast approaching him. Suddenly shy, the crab looked down at his own claws, but what was this? He too had one large claw and one small claw.
"I'm a monster!!!" shouted the distressed little crab.
"No you're not," laughed the not-so-strange stranger. "You're a _________"
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Do you know what kind of crab our little friend is? I'll be back later in the week to tell you, but feel free to give a guess if you'd like!
(Story and pictures © Marilyn Zaleski 2012)
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A crab woke up late one night with a bump on his noggin and that strange sensation of not knowing where - or who - he was. As his vision cleared, he thought he saw a cow jumping over the moon, but he told himself it must have been the dwindling remnants of a dream. Soon a cat approached him.
"Are you OK? You look a little lost," said the cat.
"I feel a little lost. Can you tell me where I am? Or, better yet, who I am?" replied the crab.
"Well, I don't know who you are, but this is Farmer Tevye's place," said the cat as he swept his tail around to show the breadth of the farmland. "Why don't you go talk to him. He may know who you are."
"Thanks" said the crab, and he was on his way.
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The crab walked towards a large red barn and found Farmer Tevye singing and picking up what seemed to be loose dishware.
"Excuse me, sir, but do you know who I am?"
"I'm sorry little fellow, but I haven't seen the likes of you around these parts before," answered Farmer Tevye. "Traditionally, if I'm trying to remember something, I head up to the roof for perspective. I don't know why, but something tells me you belong up there."
"Oh, OK, thank you," said the crab, a little warily.
"Be careful now," shouted Farmer Tevye after him, "it can be a bit shaky up there!"
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"Hmmph. Oomph." The crab climbed up to the tippy top of the barn roof.
"Bagawk!" said a resident chicken.
"Hello, can you tell me who I am?" asked the crab.
"Bock!" replied the chicken.
"My name is Bock?" asked the crab, unsure how he felt about being called 'Bock'.
"Bock, bock, bagawk!" answered the chicken.
"I see," said the rather discouraged crab. He looked out across the farmland to the dark horizon and there, in the distance, was the bright orange glow of a big city. And in the middle of the bright orange glow was a big fish-like 'G' emanating from the center of the city. What could it be? The little crab didn't know, but he took it as both a figurative and literal sign and decided he would go and find out! First things first though: he needed to climb back down.
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The little crab journeyed across the fields, up and over hills, to a magical city called 'Atlanta'. When he arrived he asked passersby if they new the significance of fish-shaped letters. One friendly gal said, "Oh yes! The Georgia Aquarium has a finned 'G' for their logo!"
The little crab was so excited! "If I'm going to find out who I am, surely it will be at an aquarium!" So to the aquarium he scurried.
As the little crab approached the entrance to the aquarium, he saw a sign that read,
"SPECIAL EXHIBIT:
CRABS FROM
THE GEORGIA
COAST FEATURING..."
CRABS FROM
THE GEORGIA
COAST FEATURING..."
... but then the Devil appeared just as the little crab was getting to the featured creature!
"Excuse me, um, sir... you are blocking the sign. Can you step aside so I can read it please?" asked the crab as politely as possible.
"I'll step aside if you challenge me to a duel first. A musical duel, that is," cackled the Devil.
"No thanks," said the crab, confused and a little put off by the devil. But he thought to himself, "If I can't find my answers here, I'll go directly to the Georgia Coast. Someone must know who I am there."
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The cool breeze and sandy beach were welcome reprieves from the little crab's hard journey from the farm, through the city, to the sea. As he scurried about happily in this new-found joy of salty air on soft, wet terrain, he spied someone in the distance. Was this someone who could finally answer his question?
The crab waved to the stranger, and instantly felt a bit cooler. "That was odd," he thought to himself. But the stranger waved back!
With a closer look, the crab realized there was something strange about this stranger: he only had one large claw. The other claw was quite small. Immediately the crab regretted waving to this unknown mutant, but the asymmetrical crab was now fast approaching him. Suddenly shy, the crab looked down at his own claws, but what was this? He too had one large claw and one small claw.
"I'm a monster!!!" shouted the distressed little crab.
"No you're not," laughed the not-so-strange stranger. "You're a _________"
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Do you know what kind of crab our little friend is? I'll be back later in the week to tell you, but feel free to give a guess if you'd like!
(Story and pictures © Marilyn Zaleski 2012)
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