"You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?" The old man started laughing, "My boy, a shrimp hasn't fried rice in this town in 50 years." He turned and looked out over the horizon as a breeze rolled past. "The shrimp are gone, child. They left and they're never coming back."
As the old man began to walk away an air of sadness hung in his wake. He was a man who had lost his faith in the shrimp, completely and utterly. You knew better though. You knew the shrimp were still out there. You were going to prove it.

