“Do you promise not to touch my book of marvels when I leave?” said the mischievous shop owner.

“Ok I won’t touch your book of marvels.” said Elouise.

As the shop owner walked away, the front page flicked open of the book of marvels. Elouise new she wasn’t allowed to look in the book of marvels. But she just had the urge to so before she knew it a pencil was in her hand and was drawing in the book. Elouise was drawing a tropical forest.

She closed her eyes and wished she was there, while her eyes were closed, she felt a cool breeze brushing along her face. She opened her eyes, and she was in that tropical forest that she imagined and the same one that she drew too. She was shocked.