Shelly the sheep wished to open a shop. She wanted to sell shells she found at the shore.

"Shelly!" shouted her friend Dash the fish. "I shipped you some shellfish!"

Shelly shook her head. "No thanks, Dash. I don't wish to sell shellfish. Just shells."

Shelly's shop was in a shed near the shore. She had shelves full of shells of all shapes.

"My shop will shine so bright!" she said as she polished a sharp shell.

On the day Shelly opened her shop, she was shy. What if nobody showed up?

She showered, put on a fresh shirt, and rushed to her shell shop.

"Oh!" Shelly gasped. A long line of shoppers stood outside!

"I want to buy shells!" said a shark wearing shades.

"Me too!" shouted a sheepdog with a shaggy coat.

Shelly was so happy she did a little shimmy dance. She opened the shop door with a swoosh!

Everyone rushed in at once. They shoved and pushed!

"Shush!" Shelly said. "Please share the space!"

But it was too late. The shelf with the shiniest shells crashed down!

SMASH! Shells showered everywhere!

Shelly shut her eyes. Her shop was a shambles!

Then she heard laughter. The shark was sliding on shells! The sheepdog was tossing shells in the air like snow!

"This is more fun than shopping!" said the shark.

So Shelly changed her shop. Instead of selling shells, people could come and play with shells.

They built shell castles, made shell music, and shared shell stories.

"Best shell shop ever!" everyone shouted.

And Shelly smiled, because it truly was.