We would go to Dino Island a lot when the kids were still kids, and if there’s one thing you need to know about Dino Island, it’s that it has monster-sized crayfish living under the rocks in the shallow water. We would park the boat and wade around in the shallows lifting up rocks, and usually the bigger the rock you lift, the bigger the crayfish hiding underneath it. We wouldn’t eat ‘em or anything, we’d just check ‘em out up close and put ‘em right back. So one day we were out there and I lift up this relatively small rock, and underneath it is a lobster-lookin’ thing as long as my foot. I tried to catch him but he was quick – wasn’t afraid to use his claws, either. Could’ve lobbed one of my toes off if he was hungry enough. We never saw him again, but I have a feeling he’s still out there, waiting. Preparing. Training for the day when those strange giant creatures come back to try to pull him from his lake again.
This has been the seventh story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:
The Monksville Chronicles
- A novel about storytelling
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– 276 pages
– 72,749 words
– The Here and Now | I
– The Sandbox | 0.5
– Revision Date: July 20, 2021
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