Picture-perfect, pretty, pink poodle.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I heard the strong wind wailing like a baby in an ice cold bath of water.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I found a picture-perfect, pretty, pink poodle, singing softly to the silly salmon in the crystal blue water.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I felt a milk-drinker scratching my leg like a vicious beast challenging me to face her off in combat at a huge coliseum.

In the land of Neverbelieve, my cloak was torn by a knife like bush capturing the precious silk.

In the land of Summer, my delightful delicious Dutch ice-cream melted on to my liquid like fingers…’’I’m meelllting,”

In the land of Neverbelieve, I tasted spring strawberries sank into gooey sugar-fluff.

In the land of Winter, I watched as an ice star floated down onto my warm cosy winter gloves.