There once was a crustacean named Rudolph. He always felt he
was too ugly to go to any of the big shrimp parties, or even
the lobster tea-and-crumpet gatherings. You see, Rudolph's
legs were too long. He would even walk funny, drawing his
legs close to him, shuffling along the seabed. Whenever cute
crabs walked by, he would hide behind a coral. His life
changed when he met Rinaldo, the renown chef of Little
Milano Bistro/Cafe in London. Rudolph was chosen from among
hundreds of other critters as the most beautiful, the most
scrumptious. Rudolph's blood beat against his shell, his
ecstasy unfettered and pure. He stretched his legs widely,
feeling beautiful and wanted, as he was lowered into the
searing hot oil. The intense pain was his redemption, and he
faded into oblivion with a smile...