the friendly ghost

Cas's eyes were beginning to water from the sharp pain emanating from his nose. Oxide didn't seem to be too worried about the situation, so the little pup tried to mirror his can-do attitude. He trundled along towards the surf, dragging the big crab behind him as he went. It surprised him how much larger it was than the little white fellow who'd scurried right out to sea. Did all creatures have that many variations? Were there deer the size of trees, then?

A bit overwhelmed, Casper finally stumbled into the low tide and wriggled his head back and forth until the waves carried the larger crab away. Just as Oxide had predicted, once the crab felt the pull of the water, it unlatched his nose and drifted away. Mouth agape, Cas watched the crab scuttle out to sea along the ocean floor until the next foaming wave erased his view. Sputtering, mouth full of salt water, he meandered back towards the shore and looked hopefully up at Oxide before gesturing towards the rocky forest that ringed the coast. Maybe they'd find some really big deer in the woods. Without waiting for Oxide's approval, Casper - now soaking wet - bounded across the sands towards the forest.