Algy had spent a long afternoon composing ditties. The moon was beginning to climb in the sky as the last of the evening sun lit up the ridge, but Algy wasn’t watching. He balanced his rhyming dictionary rather precariously among the branches and sat lost in reverie, wondering whether he really could rhyme  ‘orange’ with ‘challenge’ as the book suggested.

Algy felt in need of a more appreciative audience for his ditties, so he gathered some of the local residents together, and found a soft perch in a more prominent position than before. To his surprise, the goose responded much more enthusiastically when there were additional spectators present.