“¡Hey, bud! ¡Let me outta here!” Jackin shouted as she pounded her wing on the inside o’ her devourer’s shell.
She stepped back half a meter.
“That’s it, pal; you’re gonna get it.”
She rammed into the shell, only to bend her beak gainst the shell’s rocky hardness.
She clutched her beak & muttered.
Then she turned & huffed down the steps to the crustacean’s 2nd stomach.
There by the green saltwater lake stood an ol’ bearded man manning a booth that promises “Sharp Implements – Low $.”
The ol’ man’s eyes shone. “You look like you’re looking for a way to break out, Ms.”
But she’d seen this riddle before.
She knew what the true implement that was sharp.
She grabbed the ol’ man & chucked him down the bottom o’ the Epiglottis that Crayfish Don’t Have.
& Jackin held tightly as the stick ground rumbled.