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A [[strikethrough]] worm [[/strikethrough]] crab once lived in a shell.  It was a comfortable, warm sort of shell, just the right size & shape.  But, the [[strikethrough]] worm [[/strikethrough]] crab was a silly sort of fellow.  He was not content to sit in his warm cozy shell and doze.  He had curiosity.  He heard sounds which came [[strikethrough]]dimly[[/strikethrough]]faintly through the shell to his insensitive ears.  Occasionally he smelled an [[strikethrough]]very[[/strikethrough]]odor which seemed to seep under the edge of the shell.
To the [[strikethrough]]worm[[/strikethrough]] crab, these sounds and smells were pleasing and satisfying, but they were tantalizing too.  They made him [[strikethrough]]think[[/strikethrough]] conscious of a world outside his shell.  A beautiful world, a joyous world, but a dangerous world.  On two or three occasions, the crab opened a little window in the shell and peered out.  He saw a queer mix-
ture of [[strikethrough]]harmony and[[/strikethrough]] peace and war, [[strikethrough]]of[[/strikethrough]] he heard a strange cacophony of harmony and dissonance, he smelled an odd combination of perfume and stench.
What could the outside world be ?[[strikethrough]]like[/strikethrough]]