After a night of rain, a puddle formed inside an old teacup forgotten beneath the roses.

To the ants, it looked like a shining pond. To a ladybird, it looked like a lake. To a sleepy bee, it looked like an ocean.

All morning, tiny visitors stopped to admire it. By afternoon, the sun had drunk every drop. Yet the little creatures smiled.

For they had enjoyed a grand adventure without travelling anywhere at all.