Contributed by Martyn Green Coordinator, Baywater Anglers
									The next couple of hours were a nightmare for Lenny. Between divers, the seal and unexpected frights from the creatures that lived here, he was feeling more than a little nervous when he reached his destination. And, suddenly, as he rounded a corner, there it was; a great dome that stretched up as far as he could see. It lay there, covered in barnacles, and from its top he could see a great strand of weed, at least he thought it was weed, that snaked off into the distance. And then, just as suddenly, there was the smell, the same one that had brought his brother and himself to this spot some ten years previously; the scent of food. Food that some creatures, admittedly, might turn their tails away from, but food which, to him, smelled absolutely divine. It called to him, made his mouth water, brought his tail snapping downwards in a great sweep that drove him forward to the base of this most peculiar dome. Peculiar, certainly, for it was slitted. Through it, even as his stomach firmly reminded him that it had been several hours since he last ate, he could see a seething mass of crabs and prawns tucking into the carcass of some unfortunate fish. A great edible crab, quietly emerging from the base of the dome, raised his huge claws in defiance but then, upon seeing Lenny’s full size, hastily dropped his claws and backed away. It was too much to bear! The smell of the food maddened him. His hunger demanded that he eat straight away. Desperately he searched for an entrance, only to spy one at the very top of the dome. ‘Excellent!’ He thought to himself, and sped forward, his tail snapping at the water in frantic bursts of speed. And then, without warning, just as he reached the top, the dome began, just as it had done ten years ago, to tremble. Shocked motionless, paralysed with fright, Lenny gulped as it began to drag along the ocean floor, bumping into rocks with complete disregard for its own safety, then spinning as it began to move straight up from the bottom. The frightened lobster, hanging grimly to the top, did not dare to let go at the speed they were travelling. He glanced upwards, noting with horror the bottom of the boat that he had failed to see on the occasion when his brother disappeared. It was a trap! The humans used this dome to trap lobsters and crabs! He could guess what for, oh yes, he could guess. Well, enough was enough! There was only one thing to do; to let go at once! So he did, only to find that his leg caught beneath the struts, where they joined to the entrance at the top. “Cooee! Lenny! Oi’m over here!” Prunella? What was she doing here, so far away from his home? “Cooee! Lenny!” ‘Somewhat shriller than usual,’ thought Lenny to himself, ‘even for Prunella.’ She sounded somewhat out of breath too. Oh well, here she was now. He could ask her himself. “Prunella,” he asked quietly, marvelling at his renewed self control, “where the dickens did you come from? Just what the heck do you think you’re doing?” “Oi’m savin’ your life, dearie. Get ready now, it’ll only be a moment loike!”
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