I Have Crabs!

The blue pup sits glaring at the mean crab, his toes throbbing from where it pinched him. A call pulls his attention away from his glaring contest and he sees the wild dog approaching. Ricin calls back, “Kione be careful! These things a mean! That on pinched my toes!” He held his wounded digits aloft while pointing his nose at the wiggling… thing. Crimson eyes follow the colorful dog as he moves behind the now righted crab, Ricin’s lips parting again to offer a stronger warning. The words stall as Kione easily flips the crab high into the air. Mouth rounds in surprise as the wild dog stops the creature’s descent… with his mouth. A loud, ‘CRUNCH’ rings through the cove and the blue pup immediately screeches out, “Teach me! Teach me! I want to do that!!”

Dark dipped paws dance excitedly in the sand as he watches Kione, the pup eager to learn this new trick. He listens as the dog talks, eyes obediently following the pointing paw. Blue? What did blue mean? Brows furrow as he looks back to Kione, the dog’s next words only confuse the boy more. Paws stop moving as Ricin tilts his head, trying to figure something out. Finally, he asks, “So are the blue ones bad? I haven’t seen anything like them before. So, are the red ones good and the blues ones bad?” The wheels in Ricin mind turn as the pup tries to comprehend what he can eat.



"Ricin Dauner"

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