Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Change of Heart

Now I began to feel quite differently toward the poor lobster.

Poor old, blind, crippled thing--I actually began to pity him.

All he had was his fierce looks and reputation to his name--and now I knew I could easily finish him off all by myself if I wanted to--but somehow I didn't want to because I knew that "It takes all kinds of creatures to make the world."

So we had won.

Crawly had said--and I could see now that he could not stop us by force--that Polly was free to go--but I didn't have it in my heart to utterly destroy him.

I could at least save his self-respect--and maybe even help him out a bit. I had a new idea.

I quickly turned away from him and scuttled back to Starry and Polly...


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