I once met a vain peacock, their glorious feathers glistend in the light rays of the smiling moonlight Its vibrant blue fur waved swifty and sofly like and run down wind mill in the marvelous hills of scottland, the peacock had scaley claws – almost like a dragons – that scacely dug into the solid ground.

Today i met a crazy chameleon, his multicoloured eyes supun rapidly with the rythm of the whistling wind, he ran in vast, odd-shaped circles to keep his mind at ease, to land on his knees and barely breath.

I met a girl called flying fox, her wings spread like wary autamn leaves, she looked like a furious wolf, only to displease, as the flying fox did not want to fit in, she just wanted to believe.

I once met a beige tigeress, but for she was not a tiger, she huffed and puffed and roared, she scraped and raked with her spine-chilling claws to make an exit door for she was a gaurdian for whom did not have much luck, so she helped them an inordinate amount to help them escape their troubling trucks.

I met a mysterious flying pig, i found out for now i have to give, all my love to this flying pig, but how do  i give effection to an animal that lives?

BY Biddy C from Chennestone