You are a cake covered with sprinkles,
You are a lazy labradoodle sleeping on the fireplace,
You are a bottle of hand sanitiser as blue as the ocean,
You are a Marshmallow as fluffy as a cloud,
You are a pink water bottle full of water.
You are…..
You are a dinosaur stomping through the dry desert.
You are an owl hooting through the night.
You are winter with snowy icy trees and cold air.
You are a pigeon picking people’s chips for lunch.
You are a threatening tiger escaping the cage at Blackpool zoo.
You are the angel among the demonds.
You are the pink fluffy marshmallow hidden beneath the white ones.
You are the the key to the locked wooden door leading to a new universe.
You are the jackpot at the end of a shining rainbow.
You are the lost phone under a pile of snow like a needle lost in a hay stack.
You are the abandoned money left on the road like a dead mouse.
You are the hopping kangaroo clueless about weather he is a bunny or a kangaroo.
You are the gold beneath the surface waiting to be found.
You are the sunlight shining on the earth melting the ice.
You are a soft, fluffy cat like a silk jumper.
What will the weather be today?
You are the wind, swooshing around and looking for something to wash away
You are the angry cloud , roaring and crashing down water splashing on the floor
Yoi are a storm, I can feel the calm before it all changes in front of my eyes
You are the sun, beaming down and I can feel the warmth beating down on me
You are the fog, that stops me from seeing where I need to go
You are the frost that brightly shines in the night like the stars
You are the snow, that puts a blanket over the land and covers it up
You are my rainbow, that gives hope and joy around the world
by Harrison McArthur
The Mouse
The mouse went to the cheese shop for tea when he finds out that the shop keeper is a cunning fox. The fox in his cunning nature has set this up as a trap for the mouse. The cunning fox is hoping for a mouse snack as he is getting hungry, and the rumbling in his tummy is louder than thunder. Now the mouse is not an easy target his perception rivals that of any king cobra. As soon as the mouse enters the shop he sees the fox, maintaining eye contact the mouse triggers the trap then dodges across the shop with the precision of forked lightning writing across a dark winter sky. The fox looses his cunning and gives chase in a blind rage smashing the shop in the process, whilst this is happening the mouse steals a big wheel of extra mature Stilton that smells like a pile of footballers worn socks after a big game. Escaping the mouse leaves to enjoy his bounty on some toast.
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