'Everything happens for a reason,' my mum said when I was a little girl. Then she told me this story.
'A long time ago, there was a little angel called Michael. He was kind, but also absent-minded and clumsy. The older angels considered him a waste of space. One day, Michael upset a bucket full of magic dust, the dust angels use to make dreams come true and it fell down to earth like a shower of stars. It landed on top of a horse and ....'
'What happened, Mummy?'