Peer closely, down at the Christmas dinner, and trifle for dessert, listen to the cry of the gravy.

Fly over head, awaiting to land on tropical beach-buried deep in the heart of the city.

Open the door, to find  wind gushing in your face, deep at the bottom of a waterfall.

Stir enemies together, never giving upon them, force them and mould them to be friends.

Birds tweet flying towards Trafalgar Square, ready to have a drink, but stop them before they taste the vultures glare.

Walk through a tunnel of trees, deep into a secret village, where no one lives alone.

Gasp as three smiley faces ski down the wire of the wires of a zip line, that never end until it reaches the end of time itself.