Crabs could easily be spotted running in the moonlight from rock to rock, skittering crazily along in the sand. A couple of the guys decided to dig a hole. I didn’t pay much attention to them, as the moon was mesmerizing….
“Look at them go!” I heard one of the guys shout. I wandered over to see what all the commotion was……
to discover they had caught two crabs, put them in the hole to watch them fight Gladiator style.
I watched for a few until I felt a sharp pain in my chest.
No, just my conscience rearing up, making me feel sick about what I was witnessing. It wasn’t right, it just seemed cruel.
I walked away, out towards the ocean waves with the SuperMoon as my guiding light.