The lobster held his pincers aloft, his senses telling him there was a reason to trigger his defence-mode.
Whilst most lobsters were the usual house-brick red, the rare colours were a vivid oceanic-garland from golds to rich blues.
The lobster does not age as we do, yet grows stronger and more fertile as the years pass. As such their elders as much needed in their species as their young.
The lobster had lived upon the sea bed these past forty five years and was still every bit as strong as in her youth, perhaps even more so.
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