Vern strapped 4 wheels and a motor to himself. He was going to be the fastest vole in the world or die trying. Oh, hang on, he forgot the motor!

Ken was unconventional, unkempt and just down right odd looking. But Ken loved his life as a window cleaner and this is his favourite ladder.

Penelope was ready to “do her turn”. She was prettied up as pretty as a slug could be (which wasn’t very pretty but we won’t say any more about that). Good luck Penelope, it’s your turn to shine!

The beavers had been practising their acrobatics for weeks, with varying success. Now they had a pyramid held together but they feared not quite as well mastered as it should have been.

The dedicated Thrinknot triplets flew out from their nest at 530am determined to be the best seagull aerial display team ever to come out of Bradford.

It became perfectly clear that, on closer inspection, Terry was dying his red breast not only in a vain attempt to fool himself he was still young but also in a effort to entice much younger robins back to his nest. He was, needless to say, completely delusional.

When Sandi snarled the whole forest knew to stay away. She was well known for a bit of a temper and today was no different. Watch out all small furry squeaky things.

Brian chomped down on another loaf of bread and suddenly a surging pain took hold. “oh no, time to see the dentist again, the third time in sixteen years!” he muttered to himself.