“It’s a leg.”
“I know what it is! What’s it doing here, and why is it so big? We’re 750 miles from the coast, and sand crab legs don’t grow five feet long.”
“I don’t know – maybe this one grew too big and broke off?”
“Not likely. Let’s see, if this leg is five feet long, then the crab must have been…maybe 25 feet across. And its claws must have been about 10 feet long.”
“That would have made a lot of good eating.”
“Eating? I’m just glad those pincers aren’t around.”
“Click… Click…”
“Uhh... where’s that sound coming from?”