Contributed by Martyn Green Coordinator, Baywater Anglers
									back, raising himself on his two back legs, then extended the other in classic Bung Phew pose, the second claw shadowing his face. “Haiii–yah!” He screamed, kicking forward with three of his legs, while the great tail arched over as a support to hold his body upright. (If it didn’t he had a habit of falling over on his back, which looked somewhat ridiculous as he would have to roll violently from side to side until he could get back on his feet.) “Ooooooooooh yah!” He feinted with the nearer claw, then ducked and spun round, lashing out with two of his legs. Drawing his claws together he drew them down the length of his body, held them out, then dropped to his feet. It was then he heard the laughter. Turning round, he saw a large pollack, convulsed in laughter, lying on its back and trying to hold onto its sides with both of its pectoral fins. “Wha… wha… what the heck are you doing, you great clod-hopping twerp?” Lenny blushed, just for a moment, then frowned as he realised who this pollack must be. “Bung phew…” This seemed to set the pollack off again. Tears flicked from its face as it digested this information. “Bung phew? It sounds like a stinky bath plug.” “I’ll have you know…” The pollack rolled from side to side, giggling hysterically. “Oooooooh wah,” it spluttered, then collapsed in laughter once again. By now Lenny was fuming. “I’ll teach you to make fun of me!” He grunted, swinging his claws menacingly in front of his face. The pollack was not impressed, flicking himself off the ground, then hovering just out of reach, writhing about in a parody of Lenny’s warm-up routine. “I’ll teach you!” “Haaaaaai yah!” It chortled, flicking out with its tail. “You great fish-faced, bug-eyed monster!” “Oooooooooh…” “THAT’S ENOUGH!” Lenny dropped to his feet, too angry to speak properly, making sharp, useless lunges at his tormentor. “I am,” he managed, between gritted teeth, a master…” “A master, a master, the lobster is a master…” “That does it! Come down here and fight like a crab, I mean a lobster, I mean a crustacean! I mean… oh what does it matter? Come down here and fight!” “Ooooooooooh Waah! He–he–he-he-he-he!” The pollack, barely able to move, continued to make fun of him, just out of reach. “Come and get me-he-he!”
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