So Algy drifted and paddled, and paddled and drifted, and before too long he found himself in sight of the beach again. Singing sea shanties at the top of his voice, he splashed his way over the beds of seaweed, looking out for the fish which liked to hide in the weeds below. It was a lot of fun, but Algy thought that maybe next time he should plan his boat trip a wee bit more thoroughly, and possibly even make himself a real paddle instead of having to use his wings. He wondered whether they made life jackets for fluffy birds…

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