Her Writings from 4th Grade(2) (2013-06-29 04:37:10)

The Green Crab in Acadia

I tugged at the oars furiously.  I could see the shore, it was RIGHT IN MY FACE! Why on earth was it taking me so long to get there?  I turned around in the kayak and glared at dad.  He was just sitting there, as usual. "DAD! Get a move on, you sack of potatoes!" I yelled.  He glanced at me and sniffed.  I stared daggers at him until he picked up the paddles and began rowing reluctantly.  "Hurry!"  I demanded.  We, well, mostly me, rowed long and hard. At last, we reached at the shore, one of a million tiny islands in Acadia National Park, Maine. Acadia was cool: so many places to explore, hike, bike, and discover! But, back to the story.  We neared the island in a few minutes, then finally hailed our kayak up on shore.  The guide of our group handed out shacks, which were tasty goldfish.  I devoured mine instantly, then I asked dad if I could go explore.  He said yes, so I wandered around, explored some caves, collected rocks and shells, and looked fro crabs while everyone else did boring stuff, like review kayak skills, what to d if the boat captives, and burp.  I returned to them after the lecture and burping.  Then I just walked around, being bored.  This walking around and being bored system lasted for about 2 minutes, until the guide came along and showed me a surprise.  he said to come with him. So I did.  Guess what the surprised was . (Drum roll please) It was a ......crab! The crab was small, about an inch across and a center meter and a half p and down.  Its shell was mottled green-brown color, with eight spindly legs like toothpicks and a pair of tiny but delicate claws protruding out of it.  It crawled around the guide's hand, snapping its claws randomly at the air. "Can I touch it?"  I asked breathless. "Sure," the guide replied and carefully placed it in my palm.  We watched the little crab crawl around, my hand for a minute.  Then I asked, "Is it a male or female?" "It's a female, " the guide answered.  I was kind of surprised because crabs and their fierce nature usually made them seem like males.  But I guess that didn't make there no female crabs.  Interesting, "How do you know?" I asked.  Then the guide showed me that if the belly of the crab had spots, it was a male.  It not, it was a female.  Cool.  Then the guide left me to play with the crab.  I sat there for a while, watching the crab scrabble around my hands.  Then I found a small rock and held it up to the crab's claws.  it grabbed on without hesitation.  Neat.  I guess cabs are pretty cool, in their own crabby way.