Just then there is more crunching. It gives a big heave and crashes down with lots of hairy arms and legs flying that seem to have appeared from nowhere. The little clownfish only just have time to get out of the way when, with a big crash, it lands right between them.

There were a few moments of stunned silence.

"Oh, my head, I think I have broken my head!" groans the poor creature. "This is terrible. Am I upside down or is the whole world the wrong way up?'

"You are upside down" says one of the little clownfish helpfully.

"Well, don't just stand there, help me up", says the poor thing.

The clownfish hurry to help him; one pulls on one of his whiskers and the other one heaves and pushes at the rocky bit. In the end they manage to get it the right way up again.

"Well, that is much better" the creature says and he is about to scrabble away.

"Wait, who are you?" asks the clownfish.

I am "Harry the Hermitcrab", says Harry.

"What were you doing on that rock and why are you hiding in that thing on your back? say the clownfish in unison.

"I was having a nap on the rocks if you want to know, and I was having the most wonderful dream. I dreamt that I....That's funny, I forgot now what I dreamed". Harry the Hermit tries to remember his dream, but the clownfish become impatient.

"Tell us what that thing on your back is," they urge him.

"That thing on by back, as you call it", and the clownfish know that they have hurt his feelings now, because he sounds annoyed, "is a most wonderful sea shell and it happens to be my house! I always carry it on my back. That way I never get lost and I always have a place to sleep! Whenever I feel tired, anywhere at all, I just pull all my legs inside and I am home", Harry explains.

Through all the excitement of Harry nearly crashing on top of them, the clownfish have for a moment forgotten all about the terrible thing that had happened to them, but now, with all this talk about homes, they remember. They tell Harry all about the big fish and how they came to be lost on the bottom of the sea and had he perhaps seen an anemone anywhere?

Harry can see how very upset they are so refrains from telling them to do as he does, carrying their home on their back. Instead, he scratches his head and says, "No, I have not seen any around here. But wait a minute, I have an idea! But I can't do anything about it tonight because it will be dark soon. I know of a very nice little cave where you can spend the night and where you will be quite safe until tomorrow morning, and to make sure you will be alright I will sleep right outside, so nobody will come in".

The two little clownfish follow Harry who leads them around the corner, where he stops in front of an opening in the rocks. They see a small cave that is just the right size for them. They both squeeze in and the last thing they see before they fall asleep is Harry who was standing guard in front of their cave.

When they wake up next morning they look outside, but Harry is nowhere to be seen. Just when they start to get worried they can hear a sound as if someone is towing a lot of buckets at the end of a rope. Coming around the corner is a whiskery Uncle Hermit, clattering and banging and saying ouch! as he bumps into the rocks and behind him he sees another shell following, dragged along by a creature in it that looks just like Harry. The two little clownfish cannot believe their eyes! On top of the second shell there are two anemones waving from side to side.

"Here you two, this is my sister Harriet. Harriet, these are the clownfish I told you about who have lost their anemone. Well, what do you think eh? Here are two anemones, one for each of you", shouts Harry happily.

"Harry, I told you I won't have it; I won't have two fish living in my anemones and messing them all up". Harriet does not sound happy at all.

"Perhaps they are not big enough for us" say the little clownfish.

"They are miles too big for Harriet. Should have got rid of them ages ago. Come on, have a look at them, go a little closer", answers Harry.

The clownfish swim up close to the anemone until they touch them. But these anemones don't like that at all. At once they shrivel up and out of many little bumps a white sticky stuff squirts everywhere and it soon covers everything in sight. Harriet screams: "Oh no, they have done it again! It is all your fault Harry! I told you they are not for fish to live in!"

"But Harriet, don't you see how useless your anemones are? I have told you to get rid of them so many times. Will you never learn?" says Harry.

"They are perfectly alright and they are beautiful, and as long as nobody comes and pokes them about they are as good as gold", says Harriet.

While the Hermits are quarrelling about the anemones the two little clownfish whisper to each other: "Let's go look for our anemone by ourselves. I don't like these anemones, and anyway, we want our own anemone with mommy and daddy".

They do not want to waste any more time or listen any longer to the two quarrelling hermitcrabs.