Crawlers – Nina Busteed
by Nina Busteed “Found them!” I yelled, my voice bouncing across the mudflats and into the big blue sky. “Crabs?” dad responded, his sunnies sparkling in my direction from about a hundred metres away. “Yeah!” There had to be thousands of them; tiny, ten-legged blurs of blue, white and yellow. Soldier crabs! Small troupes sprinted in every direction. It looked like…