WOODMYTH & FABLE 



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THE FABLE OF THE 

 YANKEE CRAB 



AMA, mama," cried the 

 little Crab, " see, there is a 

 fine fat Clam taking a sun- 

 bath as wide open as can 

 be. I must go. He is too good to lose." 

 **My child," said the old Crab, turn- 

 ing greenish, "that Clam would close 

 with a snap and cut off both your pincers 

 if you did but get near enough to touch 

 him." 



"But, mama, I should take — " 

 "That will do, my child; you are not 

 to go near the dangerous monster." 



But this little Crab was of Yankee 

 stock. He had a scheme. He waited 

 till his mother's eyes were pulled in, and 

 then slipped softly behind the Clam that 



