
I was out in the garden by seven, tip-toeing, so softly the dew stayed where it was.
Winky had been round the land twice by then and had told eleven fluffs and woken four more and drawn a map on the back of a shopping list. Winky was bouncing and radiant and entirely unstoppable and had, I could see, missed something.
"Winky. How many of them said yes?"
"All of them!"

