You have eaten lobsters, haven't you? If not, I am sorry for you,
because I am considered a very fine-tasting sea food.
When a lobster is brought to the dinner table it is a bright red. But
when it swims in the ocean, before it is boiled, its shell is very
dark, almost black.
Mother Nature furnished me with a hard shell made of lime. This
protects my soft body from my enemies. This shell fits me as tightly
as your Sunday kid glove fits you. When my body grows too large for
it, I get ready for a new one. I hide myself from everyone. I stop
eating and so get thinner. My body shrinks away from my shell. It
splits and comes off. Then a new one at once begins to cover me. At
first it is very soft, but it soon gets as hard as my other one. The
old shell comes off in one piece. If you saw it lying on the sand you
would think it a live lobster.
Snap! Snap! See my two pinchers! Look out or I might bite you!
Snap! Snap!
[Illustration: (lobster)]