Vince feels a momentary quiver of nerves when she startles and stares at him in alarm. He doesn't want to frighten the first kid he's ever met. He recovers quickly, though, swinging himself back and forth a little on his branch by squeezing his knees around it, his shirt crumpling down to bare his skinny belly. Hanging upside-down's fun, Vince likes the way it makes his head spin afterwards.

'I'm Vince!' he says cheerily. That's kind of a weird question, though, and he wrinkles his nose a little. ''Course I am. They're a little silly, but I like that.' Vince is a little silly himself, or so he's told by some of his friends.

'They're right, though; that's a daft thing to wear for climbing trees.'