The Grill on the Alley

Jeremy the lobster was enjoying his day. Staring out of his tank, he began to think what a lucky lobster he was. He had been living in the tank at The Grill on the Alley for a few weeks now and was settling in nicely. Just then, a face appeared at his glass window. 'Hello,' said Jeremy, cheerfully, for he was quite fond of visitors. The person behind the glass pointed straight at Jeremy, which he thought quite rude. Perturbed, he turned his back on the face and began to walk away. He was just thinking what else he could do with his day, when he was suddenly picked up, boiled to death and eaten.

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