"Jasmine, look at this, I caught one, it's a crab!" Xavier suddenly flapped his wings happily and soared up from the sand pit, his small mouth wide open as he loudly boasted about his trophy.
Hearing the call, Jasmine turned her head to look, and she saw that dangling from Xavier's jet-black front claw was indeed a rather large sea crab, as big as an adult's fist. It was just that the truth was a bit comical; it wasn't that Xavier had skillfully grabbed the crab with his claw, but rather that a large, strong, and spiky pincer of the crab was tightly clamping onto one of Xavier's front claws, swinging along with every rhythm of his flight.
Jasmine: "..."
Her lips twitched slightly. This sight made her wonder, was it ultimately the talented Xavier who had caught the crab, or was it that fierce crab that had ambushed and caught Xavier?
