Finished with the scrubbing, Jory moved on to the Fire Crab's massage. He started off with it's shell. with the washcloth Massage...massage...massage... And here the shedding began. Tiny pieces were falling off. At least they grew back.

Next, came under the body foolowed by it's legs. "Don't get agitated,'' he said. What if it suddenly shot out flames? Chaos!

Finally, he came to the tail. "Don't shoot fire,'' was still repeating in his head like a mantra as he began to rinse the crab out.