Heaven lies over a wall. You just need to find the gate or climb.

The little ball with no mark flew over the wall 24 hours ago. Since then the garden seems to have changed. It is difficult to define the change but something has happened. There is a quiet even when there is noise. The place where the little ball passed to the other side has suddenly sprouted flowers and the leaves on the trees nearby do not blow in the wind but lay still.

The bickering between some of the other neglected balls has ceased. In its place has come courtesy and in some cases unselfishness. Some balls can be seen rolling each other from side to side to remove the brown stains left from the rabbit poo.

The rabbits continue to poo but they seem to have decided to poo in one place. A small brown hillock is developing where the man of the house leaves the grass cuttings. The dog of the house aids them in their new desire to be more sociable. From time to time he gobbles them up, the brown balls that is, and then lets them escape again when he do his business on one of the walks he takes.

The cats have not changed since the size 4 ball departed the garden. They still terrorise the sparrows and spray the wall. However, the dog ensures that the wall where the flight of the ball passed over is not sprayed. It has become a special place. The other balls roll over to near the spot and jig around nervously and then roll away.

The question we are asking ourselves is whether paradise lies on the other side of the wall. Is our wall sacred or does paradise lie on the other side of all walls? If the latter is the case the little ball will think we are in paradise.

The other difficult question, an Addidas ball asked it, was about the movement to paradise. Did you have to be kicked? And if kicking was the only way, is the force and direction of the kick important?

These questions have made us thinkers. The result of the small ball soaring over the wall has been thought. And with thought has come hope. And with hope has come aspiration. And with aspiration has come dreams.

Part of the realisation of these dreams has been to acquire a dream catcher or dream interpreter. This was not difficult to find as there was only one size 4 ball left in the garden. Unfortunately the small ball had a famous mark but we realised it would be as close to the departed small ball as we were going to get.

The small ball was found hidden right at the back of the grass cutting area. The dog located it. He scratched away some dead leaves and bracken and there he was. The sudden attention made his skin spasm but after a few rolls he became quite taken with the fame and attention.

And then it rained.