I met a child called snake along an old gnaraled branch of an ancient oak tree

his eyes, were like slits of lighting in a dark stormy sky.

Body curled, wrapped like a coiled spring ready to strike

He lives in the most beutiful forest.

I met a man called drangon

His breath was as hot as melting lava

His scales were as hard as forged stone

he glided like a f22 jet like he was gliding to a death battle

His claws were as sharp as knifes they could stab through a rhinos heart

I met a girl called time

She could contral the time in any universe

and she loved making the sun smaller and colder

I met a boy called gnome

He sleeps in a very small garden

he always get humans mixed up with giants

he has one friend which sadly died