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A little crab gazed to the sky. Sometimes the wave would come and pulled it to the sea. But the little creature didn’t bother. It was busy looking to its sharp claws. What were these claws for?

It stared at its claws in blank eyes. It never felt so sad about the claws before. What had i done? It thought deeply. Did I defense too much? How many times did it try to control the claws? The fact was that it had hurt something already. Many times.

A cute cranky crab although very much cranky and vulnerable didn’t mean a thing to hurt others. Maybe it was only because it didn’t want to be hurt itself? Behind the hard shell, its soft content needed to be protected. And who’s to blame?