Chapter Four

The land here teemed with all kinds of wondrous creatures,

Each different to the next, each with different features.

And yet none looked like him, no creature great or small.

When dusk fell he was sure he’d conversed with them all.

In the end he didn’t have the answer he’d come here to find,

But they all wished they could help him, they were all so very kind.

He liked them all very much, and was keen to make some friends,

But as night fell they returned to their burrows, nests, and dens.

As the very first star shone in the darkening night sky,

He felt so very alone, and soon he started to cry.

He now just wished for a friend, for a lonely night he feared,

And as if the star answered, just then, a fox cub appeared.

“Isn’t it a lovely night? But everyone’s gone to bed,

Yet there’s still fun to be had, would you like to play?” he said.