He had a plan. He would wait until just the right moment. The others would be preoccupied during a busy period. He remembered his lost friends, horribly eliminated. He felt completely alone, but he wanted to live.
Patience. Focus. Finally, the chef was in the bathroom, the servers on the floor. The kitchen was empty.
In one smooth leap, he hit the floor and frantically crawled out the back door into an alley. He made it to the sidewalk and thankfully there weren't many pedestrians and few cars.
If he could just find water. Wait! To his left a park, which could mean a pond. Maneuvering through shadows, he somehow made it and scooted atop the dry grass. He was exhausted, but found what he was looking for. Water. Turtles. Safety. Protection. Camouflage. He was about to crawl in when he heard a child's voice. Mom! Dad! Look1 A lobster!
He saw a net and cursed his luck. Why wasn't I born a crab? He was the one who almost got away.
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