We found a lovely big scallop shell while we were strolling on the beach.
The tide was far out - Newfoundland, i think - and we walked for miles across the sands and round the ragged rocks.
Then there was the scallop, complete and with seaweed attached; the kind of shell you buy on holiday, with a photograph of Elvis or the pope inside.
"Is it dead?"
And so it joined us on our walk.
"There's something inside it."
"It's very heavy..."
"It was his diet"
"Might be alive..."
"He fell in the toilet."
And so we put the scallop back in the water.