The Crab Speaks...Again

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hi it's me again, the crab in ccplusj.

sorry that you haven't seen me around for a long time. it's been a difficult month for me, having to hunt for my own food everyday. but god has been gracious, he's provided me with yummy pellets which fall mysteriously from the sky twice daily.

there're some other fish in the tank, but they swim much faster than me. i thought of taking swimming lessons from them, but they keep avoiding me. maybe they're anti-social. or maybe because sometimes my crab friend tears their heads off and eats them. so unrefined.

sometimes those silly humans will grab a fish, whack its head against the table, and throw the dazed fish back in my face. then they stare with stupid smiles on their faces. i mean, what am i supposed to do? give the fish cpr?

they seem very busy these days. but i don't see any food on their tables. in fact, i never see them eating, apart from something called 'kofi'. my partner says they're rearing us to eat when we grow older. i think he's crazy. how are the humans going to eat us if they only eat kofi? anyway, i don't think crabs taste good. the humans always refer to bad things as 'a piece of crab'.

see, i'm learning a lot here.

anyway, something sad happened few weeks back. one of the other crabs crawled out of the tank when we were sleeping, and wandered off. he never came back.

last i heard, the humans found him, all dried up under the sipi-you. (a sipi-you is a machine humans use to work. something like a keyboard, but bigger.)

they wrapped him up in a tissue paper and just threw him into the dustbin, along with their A4 papers and nescafe 3 in 1s. no funeral service. no black clothes. no crying. some of them even joked.

that night, i think i cried for the first time. not really from sadness, rather insecurity. i started wondering about that other crab. what happens after you die? what do you see? how do you feel? where do you go?

i wish i knew. then i could laugh at the face of death, like humans. how nice to be a human, confident and certain of everything. sigh...

i think i'm thinking too much. till next time, the crab has spoken!