It was an unseasonably warm and sunny spring day as the royal coach pulled into Skeggywigglebottom-upon-sea. The Beautiful Queen turned to the Prince, who sat excitedly in his own little throne and asked, with a huge smile upon her face, ‘Can you see the sea, Dex?!’
Dexter wasn’t quite sure if he could see the sea or not see the sea, so he nodded anyway. He did feel very excited nonetheless.
His life was already chock full of adventures: he had nursery school, football practice, playing with the heroes of the hardback scroll and the moving paintings and there was always visits from loving family and friends, but he seldom had the opportunity to see the actual sea. His bottom positively itched to be out of his coach throne and away to play on the sand.
Within moments the coach had stopped and his father, King Joe-boy, was reaching in and helping him to the concrete ground.
He couldn’t see the sea, but he could smell the difference from the land of Keeff that he came from, already! The air was salty, fresher and warm. The sky was the same colour, but the birds in Skeggywigglebottom-upon-sea were bigger and whiter and sooooooo much louder than the ones who flew over his castle of the Bracken Bank.
Prince Dexter was sure that they could easily carry him into the air for a fun fly around.
He wasn’t going to try out the idea just yet, however, as he hadn’t passed his flying test and he just reallllllly wanted to see the sea!