He, as a colony of scorpions, crawled all over the beach, going to all the places he always imagined going to if he could shrink. All of them at once scurried about, each discovering a different sector of a new world. It wasn't really a new world, but a different perspective of the old one. And it wasn't really just one perception, either. He was all and he was each scorpion. while he could control and make function in every way any single scorpion, he was also controling the hurd and it's direction. He, like the others before him, quickly discovered that it wasn't that hard to lose control of one if it wandered too far away from the pack. One of them actually got lost and was no loner being controlled by the little boy. It stopped, frozen in time, like an empty shell in the shape of a scorpion. It was an inaminate object, living for the time being, but unable to live.