We were walking the beach and I found a nice conch shell,
halfway buried in the sand, waves rolling over it, as they
broke on the beach. Joan said that she would hold it for me
in her purse. Several days later, Joan had her hand in her purse
and felt something crawling on her. There was a crab in my
conch shell, and it had just said hello to Joan. We were on a
different island than where we were when I found the shell,
but we took shell and crab to the sea and set them free. We
named the crab Rufus. Rufus, we hope that you are doing alright.