Lobsters!

My Mom told us she's going out for a lobster dinner tonight, and I'm really afraid for her, 'cause I know what lobsters are! A few years ago, a man came to our door with a big cooler full of them. When my Mom took the top off of it, they were UGLY and they were ALIVE! I only got close enough to smell them (YUK!) but Tig tried to play with one when he saw it's antennae move, and it pinched him with its big bluish-green claw! I ran away to the other room with Tigger, but when I peeked around the corner, later, I saw my Mom fighting to put one of those monsters into a pot of steaming water on the stove! I heard it cry out, and I took cover, again, in the next room. I don't know for sure, but I think one or more of them attacked my Mom 'cause a few minutes later I heard her pounding on one, breaking its shell with a hammer. It must've been a nasty battle 'cause the pounding went on for a long time, and I never saw any lobsters around the house again!

Why is Mom going to dinner with those ugly monsters when she could stay home and be safe with us?

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