This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ...those among you who never have seen a living lobster would be quite as astonished as the cats were at its unpleasant aspect. When you see these shellfish they have been boiled and are bright scarlet all over, and you think them queer and grotesque, perhaps; they do not seem frightful; but a living lobster is best ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ...those among you who never have seen a living lobster would be quite as astonished as the cats were at its unpleasant aspect. When you see these shellfish they have been boiled and are bright scarlet all over, and you think them queer and grotesque, perhaps; they do not seem frightful; but a living lobster is best described by the use of the much abused word horrid. It seems a mixture of spider and dragon. Its jet-black shining eyes are set on short stalks and project from its head, and the round opaque balls turn about on their stems and survey the world with a hideous stolidity. It has a long jointed tail, which it claps together with a loud clash, and with which it contrives to draw itself backward with wonderful rapidity. Such was the hard and horny monster that raised itself out of the basket and fell with a loud noise all in a heap on the floor before Bergetta. She drew back in alarm, and then sat down at a safe distance to observe this strange creature. The other cats also sat down to watch, farther off than Bergetta, but quite as much interested. For a long time all was still. The lobster, probably rather shocked by its fall, lay just where it had landed. Inside the basket a faint stirring and wrestling and clashing was heard from the other lobsters, --that was all. Very soon Bergetta felt herself becoming extremely bored with this state of things. She crept a little nearer the basket. "I needn't be afraid of that thing," thought she, "it doesn't move any more." Nearer and nearer she crept, the other cats watching her, but not stirring. At last she reached the lobster that in its wrath and discomfort sat blowing a cloud of rainbow bubbles from its mouth, but making no other movement. Bergetta ventured to put out her paw and touch i...
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