Hermit the Crab was a shy little thing and liked to be left alone. He would swirl in his shell which he liked very well, as this was his fine little home.
In tide pools he'd wade in the sun or the shade, for daily this was his thing. He'd search for his food in a shy little mood while the roaring waters would sing.
But one day Hermit ventured out on the beach in the late, late afternoon sun and a boy and his dog who were out for a jog stepped on Hermit and clobbered him one.
Poor little Hermit, his home was now crushed and he cried and he cried in the sand. Till someone picked him up and threw him back in by the twist of a wrist of a hand.
Then down in the shallows of the sea bed he found a seashell was floating alone. So Hermit crawled in and found once again a seashell that he could call home.