Mr. Bunker turned the net over a peach basket, and the crab, slashing
and snapping his claws, dropped into it. Then Mun Bun looked down at
him.

"I got you, I did!" said the little boy. "My daddy and I got you, we
did."

"But it took a lot of work, Mun Bun!" laughed Mr. Bunker. "If I had to
jump in and pull you out every time you wanted to catch a crab I
wouldn't like it. But he surely is a big one."

Mun Bun and his father were looking at the crab in the peach basket,
when a voice called:

"Oh, what has happened to you? You are all wet!"

Mun Bun's mother came down to the pier.

"What happened?" she repeated.

"Look at the big crab I caught!" cried the little fellow. "Daddy pulled
him out for me."

"Yes, and it looks as if Daddy had pulled out something more than a
crab," said Mrs. Bunker. "Did you fall in, Mun Bun?"

"No, I didn't zactly fall in. I--I just slipped."

"Oh," said Mrs. Bunker. "I thought maybe you'd say the crab pulled you
in."