Sally sells seashells down by the seashore. I’m sure she sells seashore shells, but should she sell something more than shells on a seashore with shells so easily seen and supplied? Sally’s stock must be sufficient if her store sustains sales on a stretch of sand that possesses certain shells that have that special aspect so sure to summon susceptible snail-loving offspring and their siblings to store them in their socks or shove them in their shoes. Perhaps that sandy shore has a scarcity of seashells, or those shells commonly have shortcomings. The only source of consistent shells that never suffers a shortage of exceptional seashells must therefore be Sally’s Seashore Seashell Store. The second speculation that makes some sense of this discrepancy between the shells on the seashore and Sally’s exclusive store-sold seashells is some shady and suspicious business decision on Sally’s side. Some suspect Sally outsourced the selection of her shells to several sinister associates who steal the best shells from the sand, so those seeking a special shell would be forced to invest in Sally’s seashells, thus resulting in more sales for Sally’s seashell store. 

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Across the city coast, Chloe’s Casts and Sculpts hosts a class for kids to study the skills of casting and carving. The cardinal class consisted of Chloe’s cowardly cousins who couldn’t scuba among the crushing crests, but after contemplating the income compensation, Chloe categorized the classes as a compelling conception. To commence a class, Chloe creates a cavity by compressing Sally’s acclaimed Calico Scallop into silicone clay to compose a mold. Closely after, Chloe calls for the kids to copy the cast. Commonly, kids carry a cockle or cowrie case to Chloe’s casting class, considering the convenient price of close to none. The quick-dry cement converts into a calcified casting, and the kids can carve out their creation to carry it back to their parents, who cry, “Okay, kiddo! It’s kinda cool.” 

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Chloe called across the city slopes to Sally, coveting her commerce and asking to conjointly scheme and structure into a corporation; specifically, styling their respective companies as subsidiaries of a conglomeration. Sally caused quite a commotion several summers since starting her seashell sales and has subsequently strengthened her prestigious standing in local business; Chloe can’t comprehend her quick and crafty cognition. Conversely, Sally is super suspicious of Chloe's capricious constitution. Chloe has concurrent reputations of being both competitive and carefree concerning the small supplementary sale of seashells sold at Chloe’s for convenience. Chloe’s candor could cause contention because Sally suspects she would spill the secret concerning the undisclosed source of seashells from which Sally and likely Chloe can acquire uncommon and more than occasional seashells. For certain, the slopes left to the surfers are sandy, subsisting without the countless seashore shells of Sanibel Island, but stunningly simple as the sun casts glistening rays.

 

On the condition of candid correctness, I confide I continue to accrue confidence that critics consider Chloe and Sally’s simple quarrel as an Aristotelian comedy since the procurement of seashells does not equate to some catastrophic collision course that could kill even the seashell industry. Kindly consider my concession that I simply cannot stand seeing someone stumble over small change without commiserating and connecting.