the soon rising crab

the crab rises, over the moon and toward the cows. this pantiful clothes basket was not too wary to be uncalled for but for those who never quite understood it was a savvy soup. soup of course being it's favourite flavour for when selecting the lovable lollypop. any soup really, red, green, black, yellow, golden garnish color with black speckles. all soup is amazing to the soon rising crab.
in times a new, with tomes of golden milk, the soon rising crab was unable to seed the sand. the sand of course needed to be seeded, but this was impossible when the crab would not eat his soup. noone really knows why the crab would not taste his soup, as he had loved it vigorously before. the crab simply said "no soup for me, a crab dont eat this soup". the crab had matured into an old man. he enjoyed old big chairs of leather, and women wearing large hat arrangments, with plumes on the sides.
no crab left to be found to seed sand, as none like soup, all are old men, of various styles and sags. there was one crab though, who was older than the rest, or wiser, or not at all either. this crab's name was crab. Crab was the alpha male crab, he was the best hunter, and the best at chess. none of the other crabs even stood a chance against him. Crab was a crab from the south asodean sea, there he had lived in a large clam, as most crabs do from birth, and ate his way out from the inside.
Strangely enough this Clam was larger than the average and Crab became exceedingly large for a crab. this was of course strange and noone knew why. but now that Crab was so big he could dress up as a Plank and do the happy milk man dance.

of course this story is true, why do people always ask me about my blogs. "pucas, this storys is so amazing," they say "it has moved my heart miles, but is it really true"
why would i ever lie about something, the haggard nose, the soy feinds, the lorses, all of it true, all of them my adventures. you fools know nothing of our world if you havent danced on the lorse garden, if you havent fought, side by side, with the soy mineral machine thigns. if you havent drank the purest of soy, with the freshest of soy bagels.

without these things my life would be dull and boring, of a school day child. BUT ALAS I AM NOT, I AM THE GREAT CARPENT GREENWARD, MASTER OF THE SOY AND THE FINCHES.