Long, long ago there was a poor girl named Polly who lived next to a beach. She had a strange little cottage but she was happy. Early one morning, Polly went for a walk to collect shells. She collected flat shells, curved shells and thin shells. Suddenly, Polly found the most beautiful shell she had ever seen lying next to a rock pool. There was also a rusty bike which was glistening in the sun. Slowly, Polly bent down to pick up the shell. To her amazement the shell spoke.

“ I will grant you two wishes so choose wisely,” said the magnificent shell.

The snow fell and Tom waited. He was in the flat when the phone rang. He picked it up and listened. Then, he crossed the room and picked up the suitcase before opening the door and going outside into the crisp air.

Outside, there was the crisp air of a January frost. Inside the fire burned.

Outside, the sun set behind the icy mountain. Inside, the lit candles shone boldly into the night.

Above, the sun shone onto the fresh grass. Below, the cave was being explored with the dim light of a torch there only sense of direction.

At the west, the fog devoured the surroundings. To the east, the clear environment was stunning.

To the right, car engines, sirens and loud music blasted through the city. To the left, all you could hear was the wind whistling and birds tweeting happily.

As soon as cheerful Mr Jolly strode into class of happiness, the familiar room immediately appeared to turn to wide-smiles. He was thin with a pleasant look rather like a joyful golden retriever . “Settle down children,” the new teacher calmly said with a grin “I am ready to learn when you are.”