In the land of Never believe, I saw a majestic bird with beautiful wings flying in an arch, like a rainbow in the sky.

In the land of Never believe, I saw a dog. It had rainbow fur, like delicious sweets of every flavour. It had a lion’s mane framing its face like a masterpiece on a gallery wall.

In the land of Never believe, there was a little boy sitting on a bench like he was a cat in the shade on a hot summer day.

In the land of Never believe, I saw a very sly, sneaky cat sitting in the shadowed windowsill, plotting and conspiring as it watched people go by.

In the land of Never believe, I saw a friendly, soft dragon as friendly and loveable as a dog being petted by passers-by.

In the land of Never believe, I saw a leprechaun with a lottery winning smile, beaming at me clutching the pot of gold.