Somewhere far away, there’s a sea that ripples with magic. And if you were a bird flying high over that sea one fine day, you’d be able to look down at the tiny green-and-gold dot that’s Monty’s Island.
Not just now, though. The sun isn’t up yet. The night’s nearly over, but it’s still quite dark on the Island. It’s quiet, too, because most of the Islanders are sleeping
Monty and Tawny the Fearless Lion are asleep in their grass hut. Marigold, the clever cook, is asleep in her room at the back of the Island Cafe. In a little house nearby, Bunchy the Magician is snuffling in her hammock, dreaming that one of her spells has worked at last. Silent Sir Wise is dozing in his hollow tree. Clink the Shipwrecked Pirate is snoring in his cave, his plans to escape from the Island forgotten for a while.