One blustery day, Mr Clever called at Little Miss Neat’s house.
‘What perfect weather for flying a kite!’ he said to her. ‘Won’t you join me for kite flying on Windy Hill? You can tidy up your garden later.’
After much persuasion, Little Miss Neat agreed.
She ran inside to find her kite. As you can imagine, her kite was perfectly ironed and neatly folded. Such a perfectly neat kite could only belong to Little Miss Neat!