In the room of salad cucumber slumbers in tomato covered chairs and lettuce curtains flutter in the spring sunshine.

In the room of tigers, tangerines wait for there pray; fire purrs softly into every room and two pictures watch your every move.

In the room of stars, your eyes are filled with beauty and brightness when stars rage outside.

In the room of ideas, your mind opens like a book; pages flick back and forth and anything becomes possible.

In the room of dogs, lights flicker excitedly banishing darkness and fear.