It doesn’t have to be the magenta, Marsh Gentian , or speckles of Leaved Golden petals in the furious forest or the screech of barn owls as scary as death.

It could be the rambunctious ruffle of the grey, gloomy grass of Bolton Parish like Big Foot trying to hide in a bush, or the furious fireplace as scary as a witch herself or even a snow-white furred cat.

Be as smart as a Raven ; how they  control the night sky. Notice how even the bland and boring can  become amazing and outstanding,  when  seen with an exposed set of eyes, even a cell  could be as great as a mythical beast. Can you understand?