Sally Light-foot

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just a simple story of a good Samaritan.

Submitted: April 10, 2018

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Submitted: April 10, 2018



Somewhere on the edge of one of the Galapagos Islands live crabs that have the somewhat humorous name of Sally Light-foot.

Now, one such crab lived in the volcanic rock formations along the water's edge, and often was pelted with waves.

In fact, during storms, our Sally would have to take shelter in her cave-like dwelling, deep in the rocks. When this happened she was unable to come out until the storm passed.

One such stormy night, our Sally had withdrawn into her shelter and was trying to sleep.

Suddenly, a thunderous "thump" shook the rocks around Sally. This sound and movement was nothing like Sally had ever experienced before, so she was curious as to what had happened. But during storms like that one, Sally dared not go out to investigate.

The next morning the storm had passed, and the sun was shining brightly as Sally exited her home.

Low and behold, just above the entrance was a young seal lying on the rocks!

Sally thought, "Oh dear, that seal must have been tossed on the rocks by one of those horrendous waves. I wonder if she has survived?"

So Sally cautiously moved to the nose of the seal to see if she was still breathing, and she was.

Sally backed away and then said, "Hello, Seal! Are you alright?"

The seal opened its eyes, ever so slightly, and replied, "I do not think that I am broken, but I am extremely tired from battling the waves of the storm."

Sally, not used to having creatures sleeping at her front door, questioned, "So you will return to the sea after resting, is that right?"

"I am afraid not," replied the seal, "I am so sore and damaged that I am unable to move very much.

I will probably die from starvation before I am able to swim well enough to feed my...."

The poor seal was so tired that she fell back to sleep before she could finish what it was saying.

Sally left the seal to her sleep and ventured down to the tide-pools to find some food to eat.

After storms of such force food is always plentiful, so it didn't take long for Sally to satisfy her appetite.

So Sally, having extra time on her claws, decided to take a nap; she had not slept well during the storm.

As Sally made her way back to her home in the rocks, she noticed three small fish. The fish had suffered the same fate as the seal, but they did not survive.

Sally thought, "They are very small fish and I'm sure that they will not be much help to the seal. But I have heard that a little food is better than none, so I will take the fish to her."

After much effort Sally was able to drag each fish to a place near the mouth of the seal. And as each fish arrived the seal ate it, with much painful effort. The seal hardly swallowed the last fish when her pain overcame her and she fell back to sleep.

That night, as Sally was drifting off to sleep she began thinking about what she had done for the seal. A sudden feeling of joy entered within her and she was happy; Sally had never been happy before.

Day after day, after Sally had her daily meal, she searched for food for the seal. Sometimes she found just a little and sometimes she found a little more. And once she found a good size fish that a seagull had somehow dropped; it took half the day to drag that fish back to the seal.

Sally felt really good because she noticed that the seal was moving around a lot more, and with far less pain; she was getting well.

On the eighth morning Sally came out of the rocks to find that the seal was gone. And after moving to a rock's edge, she saw the seal's head bobbing in the water below, the seal was fishing.

"Good," said Sally, in a motherly sort of way, "now she can get her own food and I won't have to bother with it."

Then Sally watched the seal from her rocky perch, for a very long time.

As time passed Sally forgot about the seal and busied herself with those things that crabs do, mainly eating and trying to stay alive.

Now, one morning Sally was at the tide-pools searching for food when a seagull swooped down and landed very nearby. Immediately the seagull came after Sally with the implied intention of eating her.

Sally snapped at the seagull with her pincers, but she knew that she had no rocks to hide beneath. It was just a matter of time before the gull's beak would find a venerable area to strike.

"Bark, Bark, Bark" the seal said as it rushed at the seagull!

Then the snapping of the seal's teeth sent the gull airborne, and off to look for another prize.

The seal turned to Sally and said, "I am sorry, it was not good of me to leave the rocks without thanking you for your help. But I thought that this might be an ideal moment to correct the mistake. My migratory habits are calling and I did not want to leave without repaying your kindness."

Sally replied, "Well, you could not have picked a better time, and thank you!"

I hope you have a good trip. And I hope that you will stop to say hello as you pass this way again.

But please, stay off the rocks next time."


JE Falcon


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