This was a strange garden.

The leaves were big.
The insects were big and noisy.
The cats were big, noisy and scary.

Half driven by fear, half driven by curiosity, Oliver scrambled up the nearest tree. He struggled higher and higher, high above the teeming, monstrous jungle.

On a high-up, narrow branch, Oliver crouched and surveyed the world below. This was an excellent look-out point. He looked and looked. Looking was hard work. His eyes started to close.

But the narrow branch was too narrow for a big stripy green cat.

As he fell to the jungle floor, Oliver spread his cat-bat-wings and landed on his feet.

Time to leave the jungle.