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slubglub26Willowmina thought about this, and replied, “Hmmm. It sounds like you’ve had some trouble at home. Why don’t you tell us about it.”

The crab, now joined by a baker’s dozen of his fellow crustaceans alongside him, then burst into sonnet.

“Oh once we were happy and free

And selfish in our shell-fish-ness

Thinking only of the surf and sea

And sands of golden grainy bliss

But strange pink monkeys from the trees

Grew smart and lost their hairs

Then they came to our golden shores

And sat tanning in their chairs

Plastic umbrellas darkened our skies

Children all building castles

Flip-flops trampling our soft pink heads

A beach of endless hassles

And no salvation in salt water is found

Just sporting monkeys floating around

On boards that skate upon the surf

Crushing us for what it’s worth

We will not go back on this or any day

In these bleak waters we shall decay

And fall into the flapping maw

Of tentacled squid with giant jaw”

–”Pink monkeys? I’ve only seen brown ones,” mused Slub Glub, once the chorus of crabs had completed their song of sorrow.

“Oh wait,” Seamort chimed in. “Hairless pink monkeys? They must mean human beings.”

“Human beings? What are those?” Willowmina inquired.

“They were children of the monkeys, but then they lost their hair and started wearing sandals and they do like to lounge around on beaches cooking in the sun, so I could see how that would get in the crabs’ way.”

“How do you know all this?”

“I read books,” Seamort replied mysteriously, and then the frenzy came over him again and he began diving after the crabs, who made no effort to get away as he swallowed them whole.

Willowmina grabbed Slub Glub by his knobby forehead and pulled him away from the tsunami of Seamort’s thrashings as he fed. “You know what we have to do,” she said to him.

“What’s that?”

“We’ve got to find these human beings and keep them from driving these crabs into deep water.”

To be continued.

Table of Contents: “Slub Glub in the Weird World of the Weeping Willows”

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Illustration & text copyright (c) Andrew Goldfarb

This entry was posted on November 7, 2010, and it was categorized as Slub Glub.
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