Super Prawn!Book 1: Super Prawn Escapes!

Chapter 11

 Now, remember back in chapter 7, where I whispered to you the secret about the bond between crab and prawn that is a secret that only you, and I, and all the people who know it's a secret know it's a secret?

Well, that whistle that Richard blew was heard by his best friend in the whole world. Even though that world isn't our world but another world entirely. A world where every living creature lives in the sea and on it, which makes whistling rather difficult I would think. Next time you have a bath or are swimming or have fallen into a really deep puddle, you just try doing it. Maybe only prawns can whistle under water. Who knows? I don't. Let's just get on with the story. Rumour has it that it starts here.

Richard's whistle! Oh, it was a tremendous thing! If you could have seen it, it would have looked like a shiny javelin, zooming through time and space and people's ears (the people being sea creatures like king prawns and whelks, not actual people, like pensioners and footballers and hairdressers), zooming through the air, zooming zooming zooming!

That whistle, it just kept on zooming, until a few seconds after it had zoomed out of Richard's face, it thwacked into a rubbish dump. Deep inside that rubbish dump, behind an old fridge that was wedged between a box of boxes filled with boxes that contained much smaller boxes that had all once held "Thermal Underwear for Crabs — Guaranteed to keep you warm wherever you skuttle!", and a pile of rotting things that were all bent and had a sort of lump on the end, the whistle finally reached its destination...

[insert pic of Clamp the hermit crab]

Yes! This is he! Richard's best friend in the whole wide universe! His chum! His buddy! His pal! Clamp the Hermit Crab! Woohoo!

Have you got a best friend? A bestest friend in the whole wide of the worldest? Now, imagine if that friend was a Hermit Crab! How cool would THAT be? Very, I say! Think of the fun you could have scaring people with your giant crustacean friend! Think of the laughs you would share as people ran away screaming from those terrifying claws!

The effect of the whistle on Clamp was immediate. Like a sheepdog hearing its master call it from across a hill, like a badger who, on listening in to a conversation between two crows about how they think all that black and white hair is just showing off, gets very cross and jumps really high to try and grab them, Clamp exploded from out of the rubbish dump. Then, with all the subtly and gentleness of a charging rhinocerous, he charged!

[insert pic of Clamp the Hermit Crab charging]