The Archipelago hops from one coastal rock to the next; always searching for his next grub. The way he captures his grub is quite simple, he tongue lashes it, sticking the grub to his slimy sticky stretchy tongue. Just life a frog, this creature has strong hops, but with the ability to move at great speeds in order to race the waves back to shore.

Sometimes, just sometimes, he would stare at the fly, just stare, and not moving a muscle...or whatever he is made out of. And then...he would tipple over with cramp.

Poor Archipelago!