The season of goodwill.
Sheila and Katie are chatting along Henry Street. A lone crab is trying to find his way out of the cloudy waters of the fish tank in the shop window.
‘Poor thing’, says Katie. ‘Is there anything we can do?’
‘Of course there is!’ One step and they’re inside.
‘Can I buy that crab?’ Sheila asks the assistant coming up from the back of the shop.
‘Not much meat on him’, he says, ‘you can have him’.
‘Don’t kill him now’, Katie warns as the crab is lifted from the water.
‘You’re going to let him off aren’t you? the shop assistant surprises them by asking. ‘You’re going to put him back in the sea?’
They nod.
‘Great’ he says, ‘then you might as well take the other one as well’ and he reaches further into the cloudy waters and pulls out the remaining occupant and pops him into a second plastic.
Off over to the Claddagh then in search of a nice rocky pool at the edge of the tide. When the crabs are safely deposited, seaweed is brought for extra cover but the two escapees have already moved into the shadows of the rocks.
The season of goodwill.