Book IX, 14

Phaedo saw an octopus in the shallows by the beach oaring itself along in secret, and seizing it, he threw it rapidly on land before it could twine its eight spirals tightly round his hand. Whirled into a bush it fell on the home of a luckless hare, and twirling round fleet-footed puss’s feet held them bound. The captured was capturer, and you, old man, got the unexpected gift of a booty both from sea and land.