One bright and sunny day, Ahnaf strolled along the golden sands, humming a tune so jolly and grand.

As he skipped and twirled, he noticed a tiny creature in the swirl. A little crab, looking so blue, Ahnaf wondered, 'What can I do?'

Mr. Crab was sad, sitting on the shore. His pincers drooped—a sight Ahnaf couldn't ignore.

With a heart as kind as a dove, Ahnaf asked, 'Why do you look so glum, my friend of love?'

'I've lost my way,' Mr. Crab did say, 'And now I can't find my cozy bay.'

Ahnaf picked up Mr. Crab, gentle and quick, and began the search with a thoughtful click.

They wandered high, they wandered low, through the sandy dunes and the ebb and flow.

'Is this your home? Or maybe here?' Ahnaf would ask with a hopeful cheer.

But every time, Mr. Crab shook his head, 'No, not here,' sadly, he said.

Then suddenly, Mr. Crab exclaimed with a glee, 'Look there, Ahnaf! That's home for me!'

Ahnaf's eyes followed the crab's happy stare, to a little hole hidden here and there.

'Oh, that’s your home, your cozy den? In the soft, soft sand, near the sea again!'

With a gentle hand and a loving heart, Ahnaf placed Mr. Crab, to never part.

'Thank you, Ahnaf, for finding my place. You're a true friend, a happy face!'

As Ahnaf walked on, the wind did say, 'Helping is fun, in every way!'