Jeremy and the Magic Lobster Part 4

"You know: a navigational instrument, made of brass, with lenses and a mirror, used to gauge the angle of the sun at noon, or the other stars at night. I got a book about how to use a sextant from the library, but they're expensive and I don't think my parents would buy me one."
     "How big is one of these six-shooter things?"
     "Sextant. Not too big. Like a camera, I guess."
     "All right, you got it! Now let's get some shut-eye, huh? Remember, dream about that saxophone you want and it'll be here when you awake, all shiny and new."
     Jeremy woke up excited and anxious to go out on the beach to take a reading of the sun with his new sextant, but he couldn't find the thing anywhere. He tapped on the lobster's tank and woke him up. "Hey," Jeremy said. "Where is it?"
     "Where's what, kid? You're bothering me."
     "The sextant I wished for."
     "Oh...listen, kid, I tried real hard, honest. But I couldn't work my magic because I was...'cause I was lonely."
     "I didn't know lobsters got lonely."
     "Sure we do, same as anyone. Here's what you do...there's gotta be a fish store here in the neighborhood, right? Well, you go on in there and tell the nice man you want the prettiest little female-type lobsterette he's got. Tell him to make her about two pounds, with long hind legs, a fan-shaped tail and dainty claws with rubber bands on 'em. You got that, kid?"
     "Yeah, I got it."
     So Jeremy broke his piggy bank and spent his savings on a blue-shelled female lobster, the prettiest one in the whole fish store, according to the fishmonger. The magic lobster seemed highly pleased with her. He winked his beady eyes, clicked his claws and smoothed back his antennae.