[xoxoxoBruce]

I gently scooped up the bearded clam and held it to my sob heaving breast. The tears welling up in my eyes, I was gazing helplessly down at the dead bearded clam, when I heard a voice say “Give me the clam”. Too numb to question, I handed the bearded clam to the voice and as he whisper to the shell, I recognized the voices owner. It was the Mayor, who owns this park and half the town. Suddenly, the bearded clam stirred, then spoke, it was alive!
It never ceases to amaze me how wealth, can revive a dead clam.