Short Bedtime Stories
By Tom Greenwood
Published by Tom Greenwood at Smashwords
Copyright © 2010 Tom Greenwood
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Christmas Story
It was Christmas Eve at the North Pole and Father Christmas did what he did every year. He loaded up his sleigh with his sack of toys, hitched the eight reindeer that would be helping him this year and set off on his annual trip delivering presents to children around the world.
The international date line means that Christmas starts in the Pacific and moves west around the world for the next 24 hours, so Santa has a full day to deliver all of the presents to all of the children around the world. Flying down through the Pacific islands, delivering presents on the way, Santa reached the islands of New Zealand. Now the houses in New Zealand that have chimneys, have very narrow chimneys, so narrow that even Father Christmas has trouble getting down them.
He was on one of the last stops in Auckland, New Zealand’s biggest city, when he got stuck in a particularly narrow chimney. It took several minutes of frantic struggling but eventually Santa managed to free himself, deliver the bike, dolls and pram, remove the soot, have a drink of the brandy that had been left and return to his sleigh which as always was parked on the roof. However, there was one small problem, his glasses had fallen off.
He was halfway to Japan when he realised that he wasn’t able to see as well as he should.
Oh well, he thought, I’ll just have to do without.
Santa was in Japan, when his lack of glasses became a problem. It was night, which it always was when delivering presents, even to those near the South Pole, when Randolph and Tim the two lead reindeer struck one of Japan’s many temples. Santa’s inability to steer properly had become a problem. The sleigh fell over, the reindeer had become separated from it and were looking for some nice fresh Japanese lichens to eat.
Father Christmas picked himself up, turned the sleigh the right way up, picked up his sack and went off to collect the reindeer.
“One, two three four, five, six, seven eight,” he counted as he attached each reindeer to its correct position at the front of the sleigh, but Santa had made one mistake. Instead of attaching Randolph, he had attached a cow.
“Right let’s go, we have presents to deliver and its getting late,” Santa shouted from his sleigh, he shook the reigns and seven of the ruminants galloped forwards, taking a very confused cow with them.
The sleigh gathered momentum and started to become airborne, but there was one problem. Cows cannot fly, so as the seven reindeer lifted off the ground, Daisy-san the Japanese cow tumbled and fell.
It was carnage, the sleigh toppled over again, hooves and presents were everywhere.
“Eaten too much Randolph have you?” Santa said. “I have the very solution.”
Father Christmas rooted around in his multi-dimensional sack until he found what he was looking for, a canister of helium, saved for emergencies such as this.
He turned on the gas and tried to fill Daisy up with helium.
There are two things you should know. Firstly even when filled with Helium, cows don’t float and secondly cows are very good at producing gases. So Daisy just stood on the ground and occasionally produced belches of helium
“Right Randolph.” Santa said, as Daisy let go a methane / helium combination, let’s get you hitched up again.
“Wait a minute, you’re not Randolph, who are you? Impostor! Well I never.”
Just then there was the sound of thunder as Daisy let loose some more helium.
“Where’s Randolph? Randolph, where are you? There you are you naughty reindeer, what are you doing over there?”
“Moo,” said a very confused cow.
Father Christmas then had to detach Daisy from the sleigh and reattach Randolph. Soon he had all correct eight animals attached to the sleigh and had managed to set off once more into the night to deliver the hugely-anticipated presents to the rest of the world.
Monkey Story
Once up a time there were three monkeys. Daddy monkey, Mummy monkey and Baby monkey. They lived in a tree on the plains in Africa. There was not much to do in their tree, they were bored.
“I’m bored” said Baby monkey.
“Let’s go shopping,” said Mummy monkey.
“Don’t be stupid,” said Daddy monkey, “we’ve not got any cash.”
“We don’t need cash,” replied Mummy monkey. “We’re monkeys.”
“Now that is a good point,” said Daddy monkey.
“So how do we get into town?” asked Baby monkey.
“Get the bus of course. How else. We can’t drive a car,” replied dad
“A number 44, should be along fairly soon,” said Mummy monkey. “We could get that. It goes right into the centre of the city.”
The monkeys wandered over to the bus top avoiding the lions who were looking very hungry that morning and waited for a bus.
Soon enough a number 44 came along and they jumped on.
“Fairs please,” said the driver.
The monkeys just ignored the driver as they didn’t have the correct change, because they didn’t have pockets because they were monkeys.
Have you ever noticed the handles on straps on buses that hang down from the rails on buses? That’s in case the bus ever stops in Africa and monkeys want to get on. Or South America, there are monkeys there and they have prehensile tails which means they can hang from them using their tails. However I have digressed.
The monkeys started swinging on the straps as monkeys are inclined to do. After all they are monkeys, but not using their tails as they were African monkeys.
“Oi,” said the driver. “Monkeys stop that!”
The monkeys being monkeys just ignored the driver, after all they never do anything a human tells them. That’s why they don’t make good pets. So children never ask your mummy or daddy for a pet monkey. It will just wreck your house. Oops I’ve digressed again.
The driver stopped the bus, they were still in the middle of the savannah. “Right monkeys, off the bus,” the driver shouted.
The monkeys jumped out of a window, as the driver was looking quite angry. The window had been left open because it was a really hot day, which it often is in Africa. The three monkeys then went and sat on the roof. The driver didn’t notice what the monkeys had done and soon the bus started off again. The monkeys could hear the driver mutter ruse words like ‘poo’ under his breath.
“Hey look” Baby Monkey shouted.
“What?” replied Mummy monkey
“There’s some giraffes”
“Well yes you get giraffes in Africa,” Daddy monkey replied
“Why don’t we get any near our tree?”
“The lions scare them off.”
“Can’t we ask the lions not to eat them?”
“Well we don’t want the giraffes coming and eating our leaves do we?”
“I suppose not,” Baby monkey replied.
Soon they reached the city centre and spotted a particularly large shop.
“I want to go shopping in there,” said Mummy monkey pointing to that large department store and jumping off the bus’ roof.
“What are you going to get?” asked Daddy following.
“Shoes and a dress, I’m a lady monkey. What else do ladies get in the shops? “What are you going to get?” she asked.
“Don’t know,” perhaps the latest Manchester United top.
“Man United, I didn’t know you liked football. Anyway, we don’t live in Manchester, we live in Africa.”
“Most Manchester supporters don’t live in Manchester.”
“Yes but you should support a local team?”
“Such as?”
“I don’t know what they’re called but some of the gazelles have taken to kicking some stones about.”
“It’s hardly the same is it?”
“No I suppose not, so what else are you going to get?”
“A big, flat screen telly.”
“So how are you going to get that home?”
“On the bus of course.”
“We don’t have anywhere to plug it in, I don’t know if you’d noticed but there aren’t many sockets in our tree.”
“I’m going to get a solar powered one.”
“What about at night when the Man U are playing in the Champions league.”
“We’ll have to record it,” Daddy monkey said and went and hung from a light fitting.
“What can I get,” asked Baby Monkey.
“Whatever you like,” replied his mother.
“I want a comic and an ice cream ‘cause I’m hot and I want a radio controlled helicopter to annoy the lions with and a lot of lego to build a tree just like our, so we can live in a lego tree and I want car and a train set and a Barbie doll.”
“What do you want a Barbie for?” Daddy asked from his light.
“Let him have a Barbie,” mother said.
“Cause she’s a monkey doctor, that’s her new job.” Baby added, “Monkey doctor. She can cure you if you get an itchy bottom.”
“I never get an itchy bottom.” Daddy Monkey replied indignantly.
“Why do you keep scratching it then?” Mother asked.
“I’m a monkey, monkeys are supposed to scratch their bottoms.”
Mummy monkey was no longer listening, she had spotted a pair of shoes and like most females, all thoughts went out of her brain at the sight of some shiny new shoes.
“I’m having those shoes,” she said.
“Of course dear,” Daddy monkey replied looking round the shop for some football tops and televisions.
Mummy monkey ran over and grabbed the shoes, but she was a monkey and had size one feet, whereas the shoes were size four and they didn’t fit so as soon as she tried them on they just fell off.
Try stuffing a newspaper in them?” Father suggested.
“Oh good idea,”
Mummy monkey go a copy of Hello, and used the latest celebrity wedding to keep her shoes on.
“This isn’t a funny comic.” Baby monkey said picking up what he thought was a comic.
“That’s because it’s the News of the Word,” Daddy replied. “They’re difficult to tell apart. Comics have better stories though.”
“Oh no we’ve been rumbled.” He shouted as he saw a group of humans coming towards them. Let’s scarper.”
Mummy monkey raced after her monkey husband in her three-inch high stilettos with pages of hello trailing after her. They ran through to the next department, perfume.
“Oh I have to try these,” she said.
Bouncing off the counters the three monkeys jumped and grabbed perfume bottles from the orange faced women. Each one was hastily applied by Mummy monkey and so Britney Spears’ latest concoction soon mingled with parfum de monkey in an ever-increasing assault to the nose.
Still being chased by an increasing number of humans the monkeys then ran through into the women’s clothing department, which took up sixty percent of the store, and Mummy monkey grabbed a small black cocktail dress as she bounced past.
The monkeys ran out of the store and onto the top of a number 27 bus going past.
“There’s a 44 going back to our tree.” Daddy shouted as bus went past in the opposite direction. The three monkeys jumped from the top of one bus to the other bus. Mummy monkey nearly dropped her Hello covered shoes as they did.
An hour later the monkeys were sitting in their tree. Daddy monkey hadn’t got his solar powered, flat screen telly or his football top.
Baby Monkey had got a rubbish comic that wasn’t what he really wanted.
Mummy Monkey had got a nice black dress, a pair of shoes that don’t quite fit and some perfume.
So all in all a pretty normal shopping trip then.
Lion Story
Once up a time there were three lions. Daddy lion, Mummy lion and Baby lion. It was soon going to be Baby lion’s birthday he would be one year old.
“I want a birthday party.” Baby lion said. “I will be one year old and I want a party.”
“Who are you going to invite?” Mummy lion asked.
“All the animals. The hippos and the rhinos, the gazelles.”
“But we eat them.” Daddy lion explained.
“Not on my birthday,” Baby lion said, “We’re going to eat cake instead.”
“Oh I don’t know about cake.” Mummy said. “We’re lions, we eat gazelles. And cake rots your teeth.”
“Let him have some cake,” Daddy lion said. “One slice won’t him any harm.”
“And I want streamers and candles and games and…”
“You let your parents worry about it,” Mummy lion said.
“But not the monkeys” Baby lion said, “They throw poo at us.”
*
That night when Baby lion was sleeping, Mummy lion spoke to Daddy lion. “So what are we going to do about the birthday? How are we going to get all the birthday things?”
“We need to get the bus into town.”
“Well we can’t get the bus, we’re lions.”
“The monkeys did.”
“I’ll go and speak to the monkeys.” Daddy lion said.
*
Daddy lion approached the tree, “Hello monkeys.”
Some poo got thrown at him.
“Wait a moment, I want to speak, I’m not going to try and eat you.”
“What is it?” Daddy monkey asked.
“Well you know how you went into town and got some stuff.”
“Tell me about it, she wants to go to the shops every weekend now.”
“Well do you think you could get us some things?”
“Such as?”
“Well it’s our son’s birthday, and he wants a party and we wondered if you would be so kind as to go into town and get us party hats and streamers, a cake and other party things. Oh and a present.”
“What sort of present?”
“A cuddly toy, so he can practise hunting.”
“I don’t know about the cuddly toy, the less killing you lions do the better it is for the rest of us.”
“Well get him something.”
“What’s in it for us?” Daddy monkey asked.
“We promise not to try and eat you for a month.”
“Three months.”
“Two months.”
“Three months and we promise not to throw poo at you or no deal.”
“OK three months,” Daddy lion said relenting.
*
Daddy lion watched from a distance as the three monkeys caught the number 44 bus and went on another shopping trip.
*
“Right we’ve got your things.” Daddy monkey said as they returned. “If you lions keep your distance, we’ll put them a small distance from the tree. I want all lions to be where I can see them.”
“We promised not to try and eat you.”
“Yes well let’s not put temptation in the way, shall we.”
“Righty-ho.” Daddy lion replied.
*
The day of the birthday party arrived.
The rhinos arrived with their present, a small rock, there’s not many things you can find on the plains of Africa to give as a present.
The hippos then arrived and they had brought some grass as a present, then other animals arrived with their presents, which mostly consisted of things they had found lying about like leaves, grass or stones. One thoughtful, nervous gazelle had managed to bring a flower. Baby lion then put it behind his ear.
Mummy lion then got the cake out and all the animals roared, squeaked and tried to sing happy birthday.
“Where’s the candle?” Baby lion asked. “I wanted a candle to blow out.”
“Where is the candle?” Mummy lion asked.
“Wait till I see those monkeys,” Daddy lion said. “They were supposed to get it. I’ll sort them out.”
“Never mind.” Mummy lion said, “Have some cake and then there’s chicken to follow.”
“What’s chicken?”
“I don’t know but the monkeys got it when they went into town. It was very cold to begin with but now it is just the right temperature. It smells like ostrich.”
*
Daddy lion strolled over to the monkey’s tree. “Right monkeys, where’s the candle?”
“What candle?” Mummy monkey replied.
“The candle for the cake.”
“But you never asked for a candle.”
“Well what good is a birthday cake without a candle?”
“I don’t know, we’ve never bothered with birthdays. Why do you have candles?”
“To blow out.”
“How would you light it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well forgive me my limited knowledge, but lions haven’t discovered fire yet and neither have we monkeys. How would you light the candle?”
“We weren’t going to light it. Baby was going to blow it and he would think he had blown it out.”
“Does he know what a candle is?”
“No”
“Well just use a twig. Stick a twig in the cake and tell him it’s a candle.”
“Right, we may just try that.”
*
Daddy lion walked back over to the party where Baby lion was tucking into cake and chicken and was opening his present. He seemed to have forgotten about the lack of candles.
“What is it?” Baby lion asked.
“It’s a cuddly lion,” Mummy lion replied. “We asked the monkeys… Oh they are sneaky.”
“Well it’s the best birthday I’ve ever had.” Baby lion said.
“It’s the only birthday you’ve ever had,” his father replied.
“I’ve had chicken, cake, a cuddly lion to play with and been given some nice rocks as well. I may arrange them and the chicken bones to make a nice rockery and bonery.”
“You do that son, though you may have to chase the vultures and the hyenas away. You know what they’re like with bones.”
“I’ll set my cuddly toy on guard.”
“What are you going to call him?”
“Cuddles of course.”
Tiger Story
Once up a time there were three tigers. Daddy tiger, Mummy tiger and Baby tiger. One day, Baby tiger turned to his parents, “I’m bored eating gazelles and antelopes. I want to eat something else.”
“What dear?” his mother asked.
“I want chocolate.”
“Chocolate!”
“Yes chocolate. I’ve heard it’s very nice.”
“Who told you that?”
“Nobody, I just heard it that’s all.”
“Have you been hanging about with those panthers again? I’ve told you about those panthers, they’re no good.”
“No it wasn’t from the panthers, I just heard it, that’s all. Can I have some chocolate?”
“I’ll ask your father when he gets in from hunting.”
*
Surprisingly Daddy tiger was all for going and getting some chocolate. “It would be good for our son to see a bit more of the jungle,” he replied.
“Where do we get chocolate then? Mother tiger asked.
“Well there’s a shop on the edge of the jungle. They’ve got all sorts of things and they’re bound to have chocolate.”
“All right,” mother replied in a way that would have been cagily, except she didn’t like cages.
*
The three tigers walked to the edge of the jungle to where there was a shop.
“How do we get the chocolate?” Baby tiger asked.
“Go in and get it.” Daddy tiger said. He walked up to the shop and the doors slid open. Suddenly there were screams of “Tiger” and “Help” and ‘Oh No” and all the humans ran out of the shop via the back door.
Daddy tiger walked back out the front of the shop now, “I think we can get some stuff now all the people have kindly left.”
“Where’s the chocolate?” Baby tiger asked as they entered the shop.
“Over here. I think.” Mummy tiger replied looking at a counter.
But baby tiger was no longer listening. He had found a trolley.
“Push me, push me, push me,” he shouted jumping in.
“What are all these things?” Mummy tiger asked as she wandered round the shop.
“I don’t know.” Daddy tiger replied, beginning to push the trolley. “Just throw them into the trolley, we can sort it all out when we get home.”
*
So the three tigers ran round the shop throwing various things into the trolley, while Baby tiger roared as they skidded round the corners. Soon the trolley was full of stuff.
“What do we do now?” Mummy tiger asked.
Daddy tiger would have shrugged his shoulders in reply if he knew how to do it, but he said, “go up to the tills,” in reply.
*
The three tiger went up to the tills and Mummy tiger jumped onto the counter. “Now what?” she asked.
“You open the tills and put something in it.”
“What sort of thing?”
“I don’t know, see what’s already in it?”
Mummy tiger then used her claws to try and open the till. It fell on the floor. “Oops,” she said as piles of paper and round pieces of metal fell out.
“Well I don’t have any round pieces of metal,” Daddy tiger said.
“We could take some of the paper off the other things and leave them in the till.” Mummy suggested.
“Is this chocolate?” Baby tiger asked picking up a Twirl.
“I think so.” Daddy tiger replied.
“Why don’t we take the paper off the chocolate and put them in the till.” Baby suggested.
“Good idea,” Mummy tiger replied. So the three tigers started unwrapping chocolate bars, until they had two piles, one of chocolate and the other of paper.
“Right help me put the till back on the counter,” Daddy tiger said. So the two grown-up tigers started tiger-handling the till back onto the counter. Meanwhile Baby tiger just stared at the slightly melting pile of chocolate.
“Here goes,” Baby tiger said and he buried his head in the chocolate. “YUK! Chocolate is horrible, I don’t like it.”
“Never mind son,” Mummy tiger said. “Remember we’re tigers and we eat gazelles and antelopes, not chocolate. Get back into the trolley we’ll push you back through the jungle.”
So Baby tiger sat on the front of the trolley with a saucepan on his head, while his two parents pushed him through the car park and to the edge of the jungle where the wheels of the trolley got stuck in the mud.
“We’ll just have to carry stuff from here.” Daddy tiger said.
*
So the three tigers unloaded the contents of the trolley, and struggled back to their tiger-home in the jungle.
“What do you want for tea?” Mummy tiger asked. “Gazelle or Antelope?”
“What about ice-cream?” Baby tiger replied, “I’ve heard that’s very nice.”
Cow Story
Once up a time there were three cows. Daddy cow (also known as a bull), Mummy cow and Baby cow. They lived in a field beside another field that was used as a car-park. The cows did not do very much, all they did was eat grass and chew the cud.
“I’m bored,” Baby cow said one day.
“Here the farmer has left the gate open,” Mummy cow said.
The three cows looked at each other. They could go into the next field that was full of cars.
“Shhh,” said Daddy cow (also known as a bull). “Let’s go in and see what’s what. There’s nobody about.”
The three cows wandered into the neighbouring field and looked about. There were lots of cars. They had seen people get in and out of them and drive them about.
“I want a shot.” Baby cow said.
“OK son,” said Daddy cow (also known as a bull), “You go and see if you can get in one.”
Baby cow walked around the car-park, he tried the handles of all the cars until he found one that opened. He used his hoof to open the door and crawled into the driver’s seat.
“Hey look I’m driving a car,” he said as he turned the wheel. “Look.”
“Very good son,” Mummy cow said. “I bet I can get right round the car-park without touching the ground.
“How are you going to do that?” Daddy cow (also known as a bull) asked.
“By jumping from one car to another.” Mummy cow replied.
“OK, I’ll time you.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“By counting.”
Mummy cow walked over to the nearest car. “Ready,” she shouted.
“On your marks, get set, GO.” Then Mummy cow jumped onto the first car and then leaving hoof prints on the bonnet jumped onto the next car leaving a nice cloven-hoofed imprint. She managed to get onto the fifth car before falling onto the ground.”
“That was fun,” she said. “how did I do?”
“Three.” Replied Daddy cow (also known as a bull).
“Three is that all?”
“Well yes, I don’t know what comes after three, so that’s all you managed.”
“Right your turn?” I’ll count for you.
So Daddy cow (also known as a bull) jumped onto the first car leaving an even bigger hoof print to the one already there and started jumping from one car to the next.
“Hey look this puts some lights on,” Baby cow said as he found the lights. Then he found the windscreen wipers. “What are these for?”
“They’re in case your windscreen gets muddy.” Mummy cow said, forgetting about her counting. “Look I’ll put some mud on them for you.” She then proceeded to kick some mud onto the front of the car. The wipers started to squeak and bend as they struggled to wipe away the mud until they broke.
“Hey, you’re supposed to be timing me.” Daddy cow (also known as a bull) shouted as he slipped off a car.
“Three,” Mummy cow shouted. “So it’s a draw.”
“Hey look someone is coming.” Baby cow shouted.
“Quick scarper, back into our field,” Daddy cow (also known as a bull) bellowed.
The three cows then ran back into their field. Mummy cow caught the gate with a hoof and pulled it shut just as some people walked back into the car park.
The three cows looked at each other and watched as the people walked up and down and scratched their heads. One or two of them looked at the cows and pointed at them and then pointed to the hoof prints on the cars.
The three cows just looked back chewing their cud as cows do.
“Moo,” said Mummy cow.
“Moo,” replied Baby cow.
Crab Story
Once up a time there were three crabs. Daddy crab, Mummy crab and Baby crab. They lived in a rock pool at the seaside. Twice a day, the tide would come in and refill their rock pool with fresh seawater.
“What’s beyond our rock pool?” Baby crab asked one day.
“Danger,” Daddy crab replied, there are seagulls and other things that would eat you.”
“Well I want to see.” Baby crab said.
“No you should stay here.” Mummy crab replied. “You don’t want to go exploring, you might get lost.”
But Baby crab was a naughty crab, he waited until both his parents were asleep under their rocks and the tide was in and then he walked sideways towards the top of the rock pool. He slipped over and suddenly fell into another pool.
He looked about and there were red things sitting on rocks waving. He waved back. The red things just continued waving. How rude he thought.
He went over to one and touched the red arm. The arms all suddenly shot inside. “Hello,” he said. The red waving things continued to ignore him.
Suddenly he realised that he was all alone and the red waving things no longer looked friendly they looked scary. “Mum, dad,” he gurgled, but there was no reply. Suddenly he saw a large orange thing move slowly towards him.
*
“Where’s my baby?” Mummy crab shouted when she woke up the following morning, getting ready for a good morning of sifting through sand, feeding.”
“I’ll ask the barnacles?” Daddy crab said. He wandered over to the nearest group of barnacles. “Hey barnacles, did you see our son last night?”
“We never saw anything, we’ve been filter-feeding all night,” one barnacle said. “You know we leave each other alone. It’s the first law of the rock-pool, we leave you alone and you leave us alone.”
“I think I might have seen him go into the next pool,” one barnacle said. “I’m not facing that way, I only saw him out the corner of my eye.”
“Hmmmm,” Daddy crab said. “I’ll go and have a look.”
He sidled back to Mummy crab. “One of the barnacles thinks he might have seen him wander into the next rock pool.”
“That’s where….”
“Yes that’s where the starfish lives.”
“You have to go and get him.” Mummy crab said.
“Yes well you wait here, keep an eye out for seagulls. As it’s no longer high tide, I’m going to have to go… overland.”
“Well be careful. Love you.”
“Love you,” said Daddy crab as he walked up to the edge of the rock pool.”
Carefully keeping an eye out for seagulls, he left their pool and made a dash for the next pool.
He saw some sea-anemones waving. No point asking them, everyone knows anemones can’t speak. Now where was that starfish and more importantly, where was his son.
Suddenly there was a shout of “Dad,”
Daddy crab saw his son run towards him. “Son we were worried, your mother is beside herself with worry.”
“Sorry dad, I wanted to see what was beyond our rock pool.”
“Ah son, we never told you but there’s a starfish that lives here. He can eat you.”
“The starfish won’t eat you. He’s my friend.”
“Now don’t be silly son, we can’t be friends with starfish, they’ve only got five legs. We have eight. Come back with me, we will have to be quick, because there might be seagulls about.”
“Will the seagulls be my friend?”
“No, the seagulls will eat you now follow me.”
“Bye,” shouted Baby crab.
Daddy crab was suddenly aware of an orange arm waving back. Starfish whatever next.
The two crabs walked back towards the edge of the rock pool.
Daddy crab kept a look out; there were no seagulls about. “Right now son, run, run as fast you can. Don’t look back we need to move fast as we don’t want to be eaten by seagulls.
Baby crab ran out of the rock pool, over the rocks and back into his home pool and into the welcoming claws of his mother. “Ah son, “ Mummy crab said, she would have had a tear in her eye, but since she was already in water she didn’t. “I am so glad to see you. Where’s your father?”
“I’m here.” Daddy crab answered.
“Now don’t ever do that again, not until you are a big crab and able to give a seagull a nasty nip.” Mummy crab scolded.
“I won’t,” said Baby crab eyeing up the rock pool that lay in the other direction.
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