Squiff had a lovely (and messy) feast of berries, and then decided he'd better keep moving.  He hadn't gone far though, before he came across a young squishy space-blob, sitting at the foot of a tree and looking unhappy.

Squiff didn't like anybody to be sad, so he decided to see if he could help.  "What's the matter?" he asked.

"It's my kite," replied the little blob, pointing up into the tree.  "It's stuck."