Catching
Crabs
I was picking
some shells on the sea-shore, one fine day. Suddenly, I saw a big crab hiding
under a rock in the water nearby.
At once I
picked up a stick. Then I began to poke the crab with the stick. The crab soon
died. I brought the dead crab out of the water.
I now began to
look for more crabs. Soon, I found a few and killed them in the same way.
When I took
the crabs home, my mother was very happy. She cooked a good curry with them,
all my family members enjoyed eating the curry.
Now, I go to
the sea very often to catch crabs, together with my brothers or friends.
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