Sammy loves to splash in puddles, dangle from trees, look for ladybirds and skip and dance down the path to her very own beat.
TAP, DA-DUM, TAP, TAP, DA-DUM!
But when Sammy turns five, she feels silly wearing her tutu and gumboots and so she stops dancing altogether.
Eventually, Sammy can't hear her beat any more the very beat that makes her special. How does Sammy find her beat again?
