Algy spent a wonderful day in the garden. He knew that he could not stay long in such a Paradise, and would soon have to start the arduous journey home. The sun was sinking down low in the sky, so Algy found himself a beautiful bed for the night, with a counterpane of soft pink petals which had fallen to the ground. He wondered if he would ever have such a bed again …

Algy wasn’t quite sure what had happened. The last thing he could remember was sitting in the gorse, waiting for the rainstorm which was rushing across the loch. But now he seemed to be caught on a branch in a gorgeous bush smothered in huge scarlet flowers. When he had untangled himself a wee bit, he looked around from side to side. All he could see was a beautiful garden, full of sunshine and colour. He thought perhaps the storm had swept him away to Paradise…