“No—that’s their swank. They’ve no armor but their natural scales. Those look thick enough, though. I say, Princess, I suppose we Sea Urchins are free to do exactly as we choose?”
“Yes,” said the Princess, “unless orders are given.”
“Well, then—my idea is that the Lobsters are the fellows to tackle the Sea Horses. Hold on to their tails, see? They can’t hurt the Lobsters because they can’t get at their own tails.”
“But when the Lobsters let go?” said the Princess.
“The Lobsters wouldn’t let go till they had driven back the enemy,” said the Lobster Captain, saluting. “Your Highness, may I ask if you propose to take this Urchin’s advice?”
“Isn’t it good?” she asked.
“Yes, your Highness,” the Lobster Captain answered, “but it’s impertinent.”
The First Dipsys.