In the land of disbelief, I caught a exuberate elephant triumphantly trotting in the trenches whilst a soft peace of sand quietly fell in the dusk wind landscape.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw a cautious Cantalope carefully crawling through a dingo infested swarm of bees.

In the land of Victoria, the cunning children killing a careful kangaroo that was in the excelling land of mathematics.

In the land of terrible tudors, I witnessed the horrible, hateful Henry the XII execute Anne Boleyn with no remorse.

In the amazing Artic, I boasted about a big bad beluga battling a brown Brachiosaurus being attaked by a pod of Orcas.