There’s a puddle on the wall and you think, that’s unusual. But you shrug and decide, well, it’s still a puddle, isn’t it? So you shuffle over to the hallway and grab your wellies, and slip them onto your feet. And you waddle back to the living room and lie on the carpet next to the skirting, and you reach for the puddle. But it’s too far away. So you push the wooden table to the wall and lie on that instead. Now you can reach, and you splish and splash against the wall with your boots, and streams of water bounce off the wallpaper, and they don’t know where to go, because the puddle is on the wall and they think, this is unusual. So they dance around in swirls and beads up and down and in the all the directions. And you keep on splushing and sploshing and they keep on wibbling and wobbling. And the droplets giggle as they dribble and drobble and waltz aross the plaster.