On Monday I found a driftwood bobbing in the cold salty loch like a fish sitting there lost on the other side waiting for its school to find it, A lost dog collar, A fallen tree on the sandy grit 

On Tuesday I walk to a herd of  highland coo’s running in a race to see who would win on the grassy turf of the highland games they were panting like dogs, sweating like haggis and as slow as a bantha.

On Wednesday I saw a haggis running from a hunter he was as fast as a chaeta, and as hungry as tiger he would stop at nothing to get that haggis.

On Thursday I touched the glass of a window Infront of a pie shop I smelt the bulging gravy, The warm puff pastry lured me in the pie shop.

On Friday I tasted the freezing cold air in the Scotland match as they scored, the crowd roared like tigers in excitement

On Saturday I heard the dogs next door howling and howling all night they were like hyenas hunting for their next prey.

On Sunday I dreamed I was a war between the clones and the droid there explosions rained down upon the clones but we stood up and fought are way to victory.