Unable to contain his eagerness, he leapt down from the carriage. His Majesty, the King of the Sydney Union, hummed the most popular tune of the moment and entered his palace with a dance in his step.
The old butler, who had opened the door for him, nodded with a smile, "Your Majesty, you seem to be in high spirits today."
"Of course, old Jim, there's nothing better than hearing good news after an all-night meeting." Shaking hands with the old man as he used to do when he was a child, the King had returned to his own home. He quickly performed a ballet pirouette on tiptoe and then spread his hands wide, "Jacob."
A half-human poked his head out of the corner fish tank, which was in his sovereign's blind spot, and on his head was still a struggling fish, "Your Majesty, could you pick a better blind spot next time?"