Just then Sally was knocked over by an enormous duck who was waddling down towards the river, 'get out of the way' the duck shouted 'can't you see I'm in a hurry? I have to go and win the paddling race'. Sally got to her feet and angrily scolded the duck 'if your paddling is as bad as your manners you will come last' and the duck said 'what do I need manners for, I am the great Wizziwig, the fastest duck of all time, and if you don't like me that is your loss, I am what I am, take it or leave it, what you see is what you get' and off he went as fast as he could waddle.

'What an ill-mannered duck' Sally said to Raine, 'if he is in the race I hope he comes last'. Raine said 'Wizziwig is the leader of the ducks team, he usually wins, although he does have a tendency to stop and boast about his prowess during the race and sometimes he talks so much that someone else wins'.

They had stopped by the river now and the booming voice of the lion announced 'will the teams for the paddling race take to the water'. There was a flapping of wings and about half-a-dozen ducks splashed into the river and lined up together. Then to Sally's amazement six frogs hopped into the water and lined up alongside the ducks. With a lot of quacking and croaking the race began and off they all went. Every time a frog came close to one of the ducks the duck would take a peck at it and the frog would have to dive under the water.

Soon they all disappeared from sight and everyone milled around while the band continued to play. Eventually all the ducks appeared again except Wizziwig who, apparently, had stopped to talk of his great achievements and had forgotten to rejoin the race. The first five places were filled by the ducks followed by all the frogs and finally Wizziwig, who complained that the others had not waited for him when he had stopped and was demanding a rerun of the race. 'There will be no rerun' the Lion announced sternly 'we now move on to the bicycle race'.

'You have bicycles here?' Sally asked 'who rides them?'. 'Rides them? No-one rides them,' said Raine. Sally thought this rather strange, until she saw the bicycles preparing for the race, they didn't have handle bars like the bicycles that Sally knew, they had heads like hyenas but with wheels instead of legs and they talked and laughed excitedly among themselves.

When the race started they never stopped talking and laughing, it all looked totally disorganised, they bumped into each other and squealed with delight, and when one of them fell over the others gathered around to help him up but always laughing at the others misfortune. One of them even had to be carried off the race track by some of the others. 'What happened to that one?' Sally asked and Raine said 'he's probably got a sore wheel, that's what usually happens, that's the only injuries these guys get'.

No-one complained about who won this race, in fact, no-one seemed to care, there was no great rush to be first across the finish line, by the time they got to the end they all seemed to be helping each other which Sally thought rather nice and sportsmanlike.

Suddenly Sally saw Milt, he was standing behind everyone looking down from his great height and it was obvious to Sally that he was still looking for his mother. He had a very forlorn look on his face and before Sally could push her way through the crowd and get to him he had turned and walked off again.