On Monday, I find pixies swaying gently in the wind like helicopter seeds starting to fall.

On Tuesday, I walked further into the woods and there were mice scuttling around on the ground like tip-toeing ballerinas.

On Wednesday, I saw a baby – blue dragon swimming gracefully in a glistening,still stream as it swayed from side to side like a happy cat.

On Thursday, I touched a strong ,silent buzzard as it landed as brave as a wolf on a nearby rock.

On Friday, I captured a delicate ,sparkly fairy as she was carelessly gathering red mushrooms.

On Saturday, I heard the deep ,blood-shot moan of the biggest ,meanest human – eaters in the vast woodland.

On Sunday, I dreamed of small ,orange foxes slinking carefully back to their charming burrow deep underground.