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June 18, 2015
The lobster's pace was too slow, so he had learned to ride on the green dog's back, gently grasping the dog's neck with his claw.

It had taken them three days to reach the towers. It would take another three to get to the base of the mountains, and another three to climb them.

They heard the horn from the top of the east tower as they approached. The lobster felt the hair on the back of his mount's neck bristle.

"My dear fellows," said the lobster, "follow my lead and do as I say. Whatever you do, don't panic."