“Chess team, tennis team… Gosh, actually, I’m pretty much captain of everything,” Rupert boasted, with another toss of his hair. “In fact, I’ve got some photos in my pocket that I’m sure you’d all love to see.” He pulled out a thick wedge of glossy prints and started leafing through them. “Here’s one of me reciting my prize-winning poem A Prince’s Pride at the Pratzian Festival – just look at the crowd! And here’s one of me with the wild boar I caught single-handed in the mountains. And here’s another of…”
Jake couldn’t bear it any more. Wild boar? Wild bore, more like! The only prize Prince Rupert deserved was one for Show-Off of the Century. Jake had to shut him up, and fast!