Outside the fluffy cold snow fell, whilst inside the fire blazed lighting up the room like a streetlight.

Out of doors a storm brewed while the year threes’ were hastily handing out there English books, ready to write.

In the tree the cheeky squirrel prepared his hazelnuts, on the grass a cat wanted him to fall.

Outside the city, a ferocious monster approached ready to unleash havoc, inside no one new.

On the cat a flea waited ready to suck its’ blood, of the cat no one new.