Lobster Face

Happy shivering to you! This is your host, Zachary. I'm sitting here on a rocky shore in a nice little town in Maine. There's an old lighthouse over there. Jagged rocks ready to smash a ship. A cold wind that whales like a ghost. And of course the deep dark mysterious sea.

It's a perfect place for one of my spooky stories, don't you think? Where now? Let's take a boat and go lobster fishing. That's how most people here make their living, you know. And one of those people is Uncle Esar, a tough-talking old sea dog who has caught lobster for years.

Oh, boy! Don't you know the proper way to lay a lobster pot in the water? Haven't you learned anything? Yes, sir. I'm trying, okay? In the city we catch our lobsters in grocery stores. Ah, just get it.

Doc, that's just what it's called. And you, Lass. What are you doing over there? Get over here and help your brother. My name is Lisa, Uncle Aza. Please stop calling me Lass. Anyway, I'm sick.

I'm standing at the side of the boat because I think I'm going to throw up. Ha! See, sick, eh? I bet this ocean beats any rollercoaster you kids have ever ridden. Now get over here and help out while I take us back in.

The sun's going down and there's a storm blowing up. We'll catch the last lobster pot back on the way in. Kevin, remember how we thought it was going to be fun spending a week on a lobster boat?

Yeah, now we're out here with an uncle we never met before, who keeps giving us orders and can't remember our names. And I hate lobsters too. Looking at them are eating them. Look lively there.