Once upon a time, on the sandy shores of a great ocean, a mother crab and her little crab were out for a walk. As they ambled along the beach, the mother crab looked over at her child. She noticed his sideways shuffle, and found it somewhat lacking in grace.
"My child," the mother crab said, her voice as soft as the sea breeze, "your walking style is not quite right. It would be better if you learn to walk straight ahead, not side to side."
The young crab looked up at his mother with his tiny eyes, quite puzzled by her words. "Mother," he replied, his voice filled with innocent curiosity, "but aren't you walking the same way? If you can show me how to walk straight ahead, then I'll do the same."
And so, the conversation ended, leaving the mother crab to ponder on her child's wise response.
Once upon a time, near the big sea, a mother crab and her young crab were walking on the beach. As they walked, the mother crab watched her child move. She saw that he was walking sideways and thought it looked a bit strange.
"My child," the mother crab said gently, "your way of walking could be better. It would be nice if you could walk straight, not from side to side."
The young crab looked up at his mother with surprise. "Mother," he said, "but you are walking the same way, aren’t you? If you can show me how to walk straight, I will follow you."
This made the mother crab think deeply about her child’s smart reply.
A mother crab and her baby crab live by the sea. They walk on the beach. The mother crab sees her baby walk. He walks to the side.
The mother crab says, "My child, walk straight. Do not walk to the side."
The baby crab looks at his mother. He says, "But you walk to the side too. Show me how to walk straight, and I will do it."
The mother crab thinks about this.
Once upon a time, near the big sea, a mother crab and her young crab were walking on the beach. As they walked, the mother crab watched her child move. She saw that he was walking sideways and thought it looked a bit strange.
"My child," the mother crab said gently, "your way of walking could be better. It would be nice if you could walk straight, not from side to side."
The young crab looked up at his mother with surprise. "Mother," he said, "but you are walking the same way, aren’t you? If you can show me how to walk straight, I will follow you."
This made the mother crab think deeply about her child’s smart reply.
On a beach, with sand that sparkled like a million tiny disco balls, a mother crab and her little crab were having a day out. It was the kind of day that demanded sun hats and beach balls, but being crabs, they settled for a pleasant shuffle.
As they danced along the shore, the mother crab squinted at her child's sideways stroll and decided it was more of a wobble than a walk.
"Darling," the mother crab said, her voice dripping with honey and seaweed, "your walk's got all the grace of a jellyfish on roller skates! Let's learn to walk straight ahead, shall we? Like the seagulls, only less squawky."
The young crab blinked his teeny eyes, looking like he'd been hit with a bucket of cold seawater. "Mother," he chimed, his voice filled with a curiosity only rivaled by a cat with a laser pointer, "but you're doing the crab cha-cha too! If you'll tango straight, I'll follow the beat."
The mother crab did a double take, realizing her little one had put her in a bit of a pinch. "Well, my little seaside philosopher," she chuckled, "you've caught me in my own tidepool of wisdom. Let's dance to our own rhythm, shall we?"
And they continued to sidestep down the shore, laughing and joking, content to be different.
Beside the sea where waves did crash,
Where waters swirled and made a splash,
Mother crab and young crab roamed,
On the sands that brightly foamed.
Sun hats? Beach balls? Not for these!
They shuffled with the ocean breeze.
Mother crab, with watchful eye,
Noticed her young one's wobbly tie.
"Dearest one," said she with glee,
"Why not try to walk straight, see?
Like those seagulls up above,
Glide with grace and move with love."
Tiny eyes, so round and wide,
Young crab thought and then replied,
"You dance sideways, just like me!
If you go straight, then you'll see."
Mother crab, with cheeks turned blue,
Laughed aloud, "You caught me, it's true!
Let's embrace our special prance,
Sidestep, twirl, give it a chance!"
And so they did, with joy and fun,
Underneath the golden sun.
Different, yes, but oh so grand,
Dancing together on the sand.
Large body of salty water.
Sea animal with a hard shell.
Sandy shore beside the sea.
Moving left or right, not forward.
Unusual or not normal, surprising.
In a kind and soft way.
Not curved, in a direct line.
Feeling when something unexpected happens.
Answer to a question or statement.
Very much or strongly, a lot.
A sea animal with a hard shell.
Sand near the sea or ocean.
To move using your legs.
The left or right part of something.
A young boy or girl.
Not curved, going in one direction.
To let someone see or learn something.
To use your mind to consider something.
A female parent of a child.
A very young child or animal.
Large body of salty water.
Sea animal with a hard shell.
Sandy shore beside the sea.
Moving left or right, not forward.
Unusual or not normal, surprising.
In a kind and soft way.
Not curved, in a direct line.
Feeling when something unexpected happens.
Answer to a question or statement.
Very much or strongly, a lot.
Who are the main characters in the story?
Where do the crabs live?
What does the mother crab see her baby doing?
What does the mother crab ask her baby to do?
What does the baby crab say to his mother?
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