05-THESE ARE CALLED CLICK-CLICKS!

THESE ARE CALLED CLICK-CLICKS! Ten minutes later, Benjamin skipped into my room. A huge grin spread across his face. "Uncle, look! I caught a crab," he squeaked happily. He held out a disgusting ORANGE crab that had a ferocious look. My fur stood on end. "Wh-where did you find it?" I stammered. Benjamin pointed outside. "Right here, on the beach. Rowdyrat Bigtime taught me how to fish for crabs," he explained. "He said these are called click-clicks. I don't know why, though." I started to tell him to put the crab down when

tragedy struck. First that HIDEOUS creature glared at me. Then it jumped at me and pinched my tail with its claws. CLICK-CLLCK! "OW! OW! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. "Uncle, are you OK?" Benjamin cried. I didn't want to alarm my nephew. "Let me explain to you why they call it a click- click," I mumbled. Then I fainted.