One foggy morn, Mogey and Smush were circling the bay in their old trawler, the HMS Pork Fritter, checking all their lobster pots. They'd done about half a morning's worth of work (and eaten half a morning's worth of eclairs) when they pulled up a pot with the strangest looking critter inside.
"What is that thing, Smush?" Mogey asked, staring at the creature in disgust.
"I can't say for sure, Mogey," Smush responded as he eyed the thing warily. "Let's see: it seems to be a crustacean of some sort, with a reddish-brown shell. It's got two giant claws in the front and a bunch of little legs down both sides, and its got a big curled under tail that keeps whapping about."
"Could it be?" Mogey suggested breathlessly.
"Yes, Mogey, I do believe we've done it," Smush whispered. "After all these years...we've finally caught a lobster!"
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