While the north stars swooned to the songs of the moon, Poppy's little goats hummed a lovely, old tune. Nan had the kettle on, the fire was burning bright - soon Poppy would be home after fishing all night.

While the north stars swooned to the songs of the moon, Poppy's little goats hummed a lovely, old tune. Nan had the kettle on, the fire was burning bright - soon Poppy would be home after fishing all night.