"Mr. Fields! Mr. Fields!" he called as he ram into the farmyard. "Mr. Fields! There's a ... there's a goose asleep in the rain!"

He'd forgotten again!

Mr. Fields scratched his head.

"Come with me. Come on." cried Mr. Forgetful, and pulled Farmer Fields back along the lane until they came to the sheep that was loose.

"There it is," cried Mr. Forgetful, pointing.

"A goose!"

And then he stopped. "Oh dear," he said. "That's not a goose, is it? That's a sheep!" and he blushed.