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Barnacles

Wilson P. Higgsbury

They don't look like knuckles to me.

Foraged from the sea!

I had quite the time prying them free.

Ah, I've rarely had an opportunity to cook with these!

'Tis a paltry bit of sea meat.

I wish they were oysters.

We found them in the sea!

We pried it from its home.

Ms. Wickerbottom

People in ancient times believed geese grew from barnacles. Can you imagine?

Ew, it came from the water.

Took a bit of elbow grease to harvest 'em.

Come out of shell, Wolfgang is hungry!

Not my first choice in seafood.

Hiding?

A briny bunch of barnacles.

They hiding in shell.

THE SHELLS ARE CRUNCHY