BURIAL

I can't sleep. Oh, I will be able to sleep like a baby in the morning. But not tonight. It's 3 am. I should be sound asleep, dreaming, snoring. But, no, I'm wide awake.
Hubby is sleeping, Mama is sleeping, Herbie is sleeping, the cats are sleeping. The sand crab is dead and buried in the yard. Poor thing. He had two burials. Since he belonged to Elizabeth I thought she should be in charge of the services. Leah had other ideas.
I carried the cage to the yard, we chose to bury him between the building and the tree, our woods. Elizabeth got the big shovel and Leah the small one. Elizabeth dug a hole, put in the sand crab and covered him over. Leah dropped her shovel, held her arms straight and stiff by her sides and screamed at the top of the lungs. So Elizabeth dug up the sand crab and filled in the hole. Now Leah dug a hole in the same spot, put in the sand crab, covered him with dirt and leaves. Then we poured his sand on top of his grave, the sand he got on the beach at Perdido Key last July. Poor sand crab rests peacefully in the yard covered with sand. (He froze during the ice storm)