Contributed by Martyn Green Coordinator, Baywater Anglers
									The first day began innocently enough. They spent it together, exploring the pond and meeting all of the other residents, with the exception of the crabs, who took one look at the three of them and hid. The two brothers were very excited and, before he knew how he had been talked into it, Lenny found himself agreeing to a party. ‘Oh well,’ he thought to himself, as he dragged his exhausted body into bed much later that night, ‘at least it will give them something to do for a couple of days.’ He was awakened with a resounding crash, the door of the cave flying open as the two crayfish called out to the crowd that had gathered just outside the door. “G’day, y’all. Come in, come in, the drinks are on the bar.” What bar? Lenny staggered over to the bedroom door, opening it to a confused spectacle of gyrating bodies and masses of food. Even Stan, the old sea scorpion was there, his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he raced up to plates full of food and gulped them down with a single snap. “Hullo Lenny,” he murmured, through a mouth full of ragworm, “it’s a fine idea, this party, a fine idea!” “Er, thanks Stan. I, um, I well, yes, it’s Bruce and Wayne’s idea of course.” “Fine boys, fine shoulders. Strapping pair of lads.” “Yes, I suppose so.” He watched Stan trying hard not to sidle closer to a plate full of mussel vol au vents. “You, um, you go on Stan, you go and enjoy yourself.” The old sea scorpion did not need telling twice. He jumped on the mussels like there was no tomorrow. Lenny watched him for a moment, then delicately shuddered and turned back to the party. ‘Oh well,’ he thought to himself, ‘it’s not as if I have that many parties! I guess I can enjoy myself. I just didn’t expect this one to happen so fast.’ The rest of the party passed in a blur of excitement. There were games, such as Rip one Winkle, Pass the Pilchard and Musical shells, lots of loud music and so much food that Lenny guessed that every inhabitant in the pool must have contributed. There was conversation and laughter and jokes and, at the back of it all, the two brothers kept the evening going with a steady flow of rough and ready humour. Eventually, of course, the party started to break up, but long before it did Lenny was ready to crash out at any opportunity that presented itself. He was exhausted! Never in his whole life, when the last guest finally departed, had he felt so happy to see anybody go. He nodded at the two crayfish, both of them toasting the success of the party, and, with a heartfelt sigh, went to bed. He did not sleep for very long. Barely had he started to drop off than a strange, buzzing noise began to fill the cave. zzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Then a second voice joined the first, the two of them joining in synchronised snoring with such intensity that Lenny, to his horror, felt his shell begin to vibrate. He turned over, burying himself deeper in the nest, but no matter what he did he could not blot out the sound of the two voices snoring, or snuffling, or grunting or generally making such a din that there was no chance of sleep. Finally, goaded beyond his endurance, he went to the brothers and shouted at them to be quiet. Unfortunately they did not stop but, if anything, they became even louder.
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