get that crab! i yelled as the gigantic killer crab slid from dad’s grasp and tumbled into the ocean. all i could envision were children being eaten alive by the gigantic killer crab. it was huge. the foreclaws could easily snap a spindly leg in two.
but it was too late; the crab had disappeared from sight. the sense of panic rising in my chest was gigantic. i couldn’t believe that now, i had to dredge the ocean for this crab.
and that was what i did for a long time. dredging. always coming up with false hopes, but there were remnants of the crab’s feast. thank goodness those remnants were not of children. i fear for the children.
in the hunt, i bumped into the prince, who looked strangely like ferris bueller aka matthew broderick. he and i had an instant rapport. he was there with his wife and daughter, but we soon left them in search of ice cream. he was attracted to me, i could tell. in my dream i was clad in a shimmering and silky sari, wrapped around my hips, and wearing a bikini top that no man could resist. not that i was trying to charm him. in fact, i was trying my hardest to ignore him. perhaps that was what drew him to me. the fact that i didn’t idolise him and give him the attention that he has been used to.
my two assistants, jodi and another girl, tagged along. we went along the hawker centre until we reached the ice cream stand. he ordered a vanilla ice cream bar, loaded with sprinkles and chocolate and fudge. i decided to go for something else, something laden with little m-and-m bits, but it turned out to be a disappointment, so i tried another thing, much like his.
mmmmmmm yum!
