On Monday I saw a highland coo like a lost puppy in the Woods, shinning its Lushus hair and scaring of the wolfs.

On Tuesday I heard the water flowing gently down the river Clyde, then exploded into the water fall like a bomb.

On Wednesday I taste the fresh air and water that comes out the taps, the air fresh as an apple that is about to fall from the tree.

On Thursday I walk to the river Clyde and see a duck standing  statue-still ,as it floats down the Clyde.

On Friday I find a chunk of delicious haggis in the fridge, in a second I grabbed in and gobbled it up like a pig in mud.

On Saturday I touch a fluffy sheep and cuddle it, it was the softest thing ever to exist it felt like a fluffy cloud.

On Sunday I dream that I protected all the forests and highland coos and fought lumberjacks and butcher, and eventually I saved the highlands and everything in it was as peaceful like the garden of Eden.