High time, too!
There he was, flat on his back, angrily flailing his claws to no one in particular.
He was all alone on the beach until I came along, so no matter how strenuously he tried to draw attention, it was not happening.
He clawed the air helplessly, apparently after waves on the Bay lifted his fragile body and shoved it ashore,
All alone, there was no way he could right himself and crawl back into the water.
Seeing his plight, I thought of chronic crabs I've known. They never seems to be able to right themselves and stop clawing.
Anyway, ever so carefully so as not to damage his legs or body I nudged him with a bit of drift wood, turned him right side up, then slowly, gently, pushed him inch by inch back into the water.
Moments later, apparently safe and sound, he disappeared.
I think he was all wet and as happy as a crab can be!