On they way home i met a girl called Bird,

Her rosy skin was as soft as a feather pillow,

her sharp nails were as pointy as a beak attacking its prey.

She had eyes as reflective as a mirror reflecting on the dark nights sky.

Her hazelnut hair danced upon the blowing wind.

I met a girl called Sunshine,

Her golden eyes shined as bright as a fire.

Her hair was like the fluffiest blanket you could ever touch.

And her dress looked like a pastel rainbow with hearts  to

decorate.

I met a girl called Spring,

Her peachy pink hair was a long as

Rapunzels hair but more softer,

Her lightly flusterd face was shining

as bright as the sun

The flower in her hair was a lighted but

quite faded yellow.

Her eyes were a perfect faded pink and yellow.

And her teeth were as white as paint.

I met a fox  called Fire,

her faded orange fur was like a scarf,

Her ears were sticking out above the rest 

flinching every second.

Her tail was a fluffy mess but felt like

cotton and bunny fur combined.

But her eyes were a blood red and her persona was like a undercover detective.