“I see the sea!” Bob cried rapturously.
“It’s plain to me as plain can be—
In fact, I see you see the sea,”
hummed Fitz Mee in sing-song. Then he continued:
“If you’ll take a glance at the ground beneath us, you’ll notice we’re moving very slowly. I’m loitering—waiting for the storm to catch up with us; then we’ll have a race with it, out across the ocean. In the meantime we’ll have breakfast.”
“Breakfast?” Bob questioned. “Where’s breakfast coming from?”
“From the locker,” smiled the goblin, rubbing his round little belly and smacking his lips in anticipatory gusto, “where everything else we need’ll come from. I always keep my air-ship stored for a long voyage, for when I leave Goblinland on business, I never know when I’ll get back home again. Are you hungry?”
“You bet!” was the lad’s expressive but inelegant rejoinder.