Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Mason watched as Hush managed to actually pull part of the other pincer off. He moved a little bit away to chew on the pincer and he wagged his tail. Looked good then. Mason looked at the crab and wondered if he could snatch the rest of the dangling pincer-leg. However Hush suddenly picked up the creature and took it over to a rock. Mason followed dutifully, close on Hush’s heels.
 
The pale boy with three mottled paws and fluffy fur leaned in to try and snap at the other wiggly legs which were waving around in the wake of Hush’s hauling. He managed to get hold of one and tugged, starting a bit of a game of tug-o-war. It didn’t last long as the leg broke and Mason chewed on it appreciatively. Perhaps they should put the poor thing out of its misery now. Dad had always said it was bad manners to play with your food.
 
“Go on, you smash it, and then I’ll have a turn if it don’t break.” Mason indicated the big rock surface and waited for Hush to have a go as though it were a fairground entertainment stall: smash the crab.