Algy bade farewell to the enchanted wood and flew up high into the sky, in attempt to discover where he was and which way he should go. Steep, forbidding mountainsides loomed all around him, punctuated by deep, shadowy glens, some of them filled with shimmering lochs. Flying over such a terrain is by no means easy for a fluffy bird, especially if he doesn’t know where he is going, or when he will get there… So it wasn’t long before Algy decided to have a wee rest, in a glen carpeted with waving, golden-red grasses.

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