Angel isn't sure she likes her name. Her mum and doting aunts just love dressing her up in prissy clothes and (worst of all) daft shoes. Angel just wants to go and play in the park.

When at last she gets her chance she jumps up and down in a puddle to make her clothes deliciously muddy. Then, afraid of the consequences, she runs away.

In the wild part of the park she finds a toddler who has got lost, and full of sympathy, leads him back to the playground. The distressed mother pronounces her a true Angel... and buys her the red welly boots she so wanted all along.