When the crab climbed ashore from the sea for the first time, he encountered a ripe yellow orange rolling on the ground. He snorted coldly, raised his pliers and pinched the orange hard: "What kind of eyesore is it?" "It's an orange." Orange turned around, leaving a crescent-shaped mark on his butt. There were traces of being pinched, but she was not annoyed: "Is this your first time ashore?" The crab raised its pincers and bluffed: "Did you know? I am the overlord of the sea, and I am here to conquer the land." Miss Orange smiled, and the golden sunshine fell on her orange face: "Okay."
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