funny little dance on the spot he was so delighted. If he'd had a tail he would have been wagging it nineteen to the dozen. As it was, he could barely contain himself.
“Well, children,” he panted, “let me think what I could show you.” He twirled his arms around expansively, indicating how spoilt for choice they would be among such riches.
“Please, Mr Hedgehog,” Paidia piped up. “What are these sculptures in the cabinet?” She pointed to an array of solids and figures.
“Oh ah erm yes,” fluttered the professor. He put down the book that he'd picked up, wanting to show them some numbers in it, and pottered over to the cabinet. He pulled one of the solids off the shelf and cradled it reverently against his chest, stroking one of its faces.
“This is a hexahedron. A regular hexahedron, which you may know by another name: a cube. It forms part of this great collection of Platonic solids! But make no mistake: the collection's greatness doesn't lie in its quantity. There are only five such solids, you see … and five of us in the room! What a coincidence!” His head wagged up and down and he gave a little hop on both feet.