crab monologue of sorts

Every day is the same in this boring crab world, the said world that mostly consists of me running around and pinching everyone who bothers me too much and running on the beach and in the ocean. It’s a boring world, I shall admit that much. Though I guess now it’s not so boring, more or less way too hard and I can’t hunt that efficiently anymore. Not since that stupid day when I lost my oh so precious left pincher. That was my favourite pincher, the one I used to pinch all the humans with. And it’s gone. Gone like those pretty little seashells that litter the sand here and there. Gone like those humans as soon as I pinched one of them on their foot.

I miss my pincher, yes sir I do, but it’s not as bad as it could be. I could have lost two of my legs fighting in the Great Crab War. No. Instead I lost my pincher in the war and the ruffian who removed it from me laughed and then scampered away while I lie upon the sand, other crabs fighting around me. Of course, thinking about the war and the crab who removed my pincher always tends to make me mad. So mad that as soon as someone comes up to me, I’m pinching at them with my only pincher and trying to get them to go away and leave me alone. I already have too much to worry about. I have been captured by the humans, stuck with my friends in a net as we’re carted away to who knows where. And, for the first time in a long time, I have fear for my life. The war didn’t make me scared as I knew I was doing it for the greater good of crabs such as myself. The kinds of crabs that don’t want to be ruled over by another of our kind and prefer to be free like the tuna or the whales.

Though it makes sense as to why I wasn’t scared… Now I’m stuck with my friends, with this new female crab who I can’t help but feel attracted to. I guess during the war I didn’t care about death as I had no one to go back to. No one to show up under a rock or sand or wherever we chose to live and just do our sort of crabby thing, you know? No one to complain about the war to. No one to complain about the seagulls who try to eat us. No one. I was alone and that made me want to welcome death.

But now, with this female, I can’t help but feel like I’m not ready to die just yet. These humans have ripped us away from our home. I don’t know their plans for us yet, I don’t know if they’re planning to eat us or leave us out to die on our own. But I know what I must do. I know that I have to get everyone out of our net, though I have no idea how I will do it. Though I just know that even if we never escape and we all do indeed end up dead… I’m at least happy I was able to meet the female and help win the war. I’m happy I was able to do my usual schedule at least one last time. One last time before I die.