Merchant Crab

The afternoon had gone by quickly, the sun already descending toward the horizon like a molten coin sinking into a sea of gold. Days were always shorter in winter, but for a busy crab like Balthazar, time seemed to fly even faster.

With barely any time to settle back in after his trip, the merchant found himself already joint-deep in chaos. Chocolate had rained from the sky, a gaping hole had appeared on the other side of his pond, he had dusty skeletons for neighbors now, and hordes of adventurers were coming down to his home to enter the new dungeon. And all the crab wanted to do was find a hat to wear.