

“AHEM!”
“Wha … who .. who are you?” asked Mr Hedgehog with
a startled look on his face. He'd come back to earth with a bump.
He wagged his index finger in front of each of them and counted: “One, two, three, four. There are four of them and ...” - there was now a note of excitement in his voice as if he'd uncovered some remarkable fact - “four is the smallest composite number! What a coincidence!” He scrutinised them a little closer. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.
The children had done their homework about Mr Hedgehog and had worked out a strategy among themselves as to the exact way they would talk to him. They'd all agreed it would be a bad idea to blurt straight out about the sculpture because Mr Hedgehog was liable to send them packing.
Instead, they buttered him up with a bit of flattery.
“We've heard all about your great collections,” said
Muko.
“Yeah! We've heard they're fantastic!” Gelio echoed.
Mr Hedgehog went rather pink in the face and made a