Wheeling Gull Isle take a backseat, or play pharaoh.

She is enchanted!

Wowed by the same sun-shimmer that had astonished him the day Dinny had gifted it! He shoots around in an excited little arc before spilling into an elated pile at his sister’s side.

“Is ‘beetul’!” he yaps, nosing it towards her.

But too swiftly she takes it up between her gums and it disappears into the chasm of her mouth!

“NOOOOO!” He shrieks!

“Mine one!” He grabs a mouthful of puppy lip with his milk teeth and jostles her head back and forth just as furiously as he can manage!