I’d like you to imagine a dancing snowflake prancing through the sky shining and shimmering like a silver star.

I’d like you to catch this snowflake and call it your ice-prancer,your snowy ballerina.

Now please take this quick questionnaire:

Is your snowflake a secret agent?
Would your snowflake remember dinosaurs of long ago?
Can your snowflake turn invisible?
Is it true your snowflake likes Cadbury’s chocolate?
What is your snowflake’s favourite colour?
Who is your snowflake’s friend?
How about their enemy?
Did your snowflake ever cause a volcano to erupt?
Does your snowflake like Spiderman or WonderWoman?
Can your snowflake do the cha-cha?
Could your snowflake go to the toilet?
Has your snowflake fallen to the ground or is it still falling?

On Monday,I found a terrible, teasel bush wanting to prickle and spike everything in sight.

On Tuesday,I walked to Trevaylor woods and played in the water-road that runs all the way through wildlife village that called me to have some fun.

On Wednesday,I woke up on a crisp springs day and saw oaks, beeches and many more trees dancing like the calm wind was their music .

On Thursday,I dreamt of a sparrow the size of a pea whizzing around in the strangely lost garden looking for twigs to fly towards the egg-full nest.

On a frost-bitten Friday,I caught the thought of a drooping daisy with a broken heart on the sad rainy day sitting patiently for the sun to return.

On Saturday,I heard the silent whispers of the wind telling my wildest most wonderful wishes will come true.

On a summer-like Sunday,I wondered of magical-morning fairies as they sprinkle their dust everywhere to start the day with light; pure, sun-rays themselves.