Contributed by Martyn Green Coordinator, Baywater Anglers
								and they would chat for a while, but today he was more concerned with getting under cover. This, in itself, was ominous, but there was far worse to come. The pool was silent as they made their way back to Lenny’s home, with not even a single creature popping out to say hello. Prunella, her tiny frame trembling against the giant lobster’s shell, found the journey extremely unsettling, especially after they passed the spot where Deidre had fallen (recognisable from the gruesome remnants of her tail). Not that everyone else had shared her fate, for once or twice they thought they saw a head withdrawn hurriedly under cover, but there were many signs of trouble. To their left they could hear a soft keening, the muted cry of a creature in pain, but the sound cut off abruptly as they turned to investigate. Whatever it was – and Lenny rather suspected than it had been another prawn – it was too afraid to show its face. They passed it by in silence. Later on – and never had such a short distance seemed to take so long to accomplish – Lenny blanched as they passed the remains of yet another gory feast, this time a small crab that had failed to get under cover. Whatever its opponent was, it had picked the crab up, crushed its shell, then sucked out the meat and blown the remnants away. It was not a pretty sight. At last, however, they got to Lenny’s home, Prunella disappearing through the entrance as soon as it was visible. “Prunella?” “Oi’m over here,” a claw beckoned from a crack in the wall, followed by a swift glimpse of a frightened little face, “and oi’m staying ’ere as well.” “That’s all right, Prunella. It’s probably as well. I’ll seal the entrance behind me.” “Leave a little hole, so’s oi can get out if oi needs to.” “Yes, Prunella.” “And you take care! Oi don’t want to foind you spread all over the pool loike that poor little crab.” “I thought you didn’t like crabs?” “Don’t you change the subject, you great lumbering blob. You knows what oi mean! Oi don’t, well, oi don‘t…” “Want to lose me, Prunella?” “Don’t you talk so silly! Whatever went a givin’ you an oidea like that in your head? No, it’s just oi don’t want to have to go to all the bother of foinding somewhere else to live.” “Well, so long as it’s just that.” “What else would it be?” But she watched him anxiously all the way out. Stepping out in the open, Lenny gave himself a mental shake, preparing himself for whatever might happen. One great claw raised in front of his face, then drove forward at incredible speed. He pulled it
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