I didn’t play against Micheal Jackson in basketball, but I did dance to the song Thriller.

I didn’t cast a magic spell in a foreboding forest, but I did tell a fairytale that was a killer.

I didn’t hurl away a boulder, but I did bite my brother on the shoulder.

I didn’t kick Mercury, but I did go to the farm and pursue a turkey.

I didn’t catapult a monkey, but I did get very grumpy.

I didn’t call a taxi, but I did convince my dad to buy some brandy.

I didn’t have tea with Tom Brady, but I did have dinner with a posh lady.

I didn’t paint a ginger cat, but I did customise my very own bedroom mat.

I want to paint curious cats crawling on a comfy carpet with bulging eyes as they eye squawking birds outside the pet shop.

I want to paint an old, withered tree with acorns dangling from its branches like mahogany baubles.

I want to paint a squirrel being as sly as a fox, stealing nuts from another squirrel before retreating to their home.

I want to paint a slimy snake slithering through their thick log house in the rainforest.

I want to paint a crimson-breasted robin frantically flying from fast foxes in the illuminated, night sky.

I want to paint a crowd of chanting children playing duck, duck goose in the faraway forest.

I want to paint a footballer practising his cool celebrations before high-fiving himself in a pasted poster.

• I want to paint a diamond orchid flower attached to a necklace around a young girl’s neck.