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Cream egg ooze

Id like you to imagine a delightful cream egg
that oozes like an egg yolk.

Id like you to hold this cream egg in your mind
with the attention that you might hold my favourite game
or even a secret that is desperate to be told.

Id like you to call this cream egg your very own.

Now please fill in this survey:

Does your cream egg have a car?
Did your cream egg eat a dog?
Has your cream egg got a driving licence?
Which would your cream egg prefer eating a dog or a phone?

The most dazzling Moon

 

 

I’d like you to imagine the celestial Moon
that looks down meaningfully on humans as if they were ants.

I’d like you to grasp this Moon and put it into your mind with
the attention you that you might hold to a new baby rabbit or
the most delicious piece of chocolate cake you have ever tasted.

I want you to call this moon , your very own dazzling Moon.

Now,please fill in this survey:

What is its favourite colour?
Which was its favourite subject in school?
Has it ever flown on an aeroplane?
Can it breathe?
What is its favourite sport?
Does your Moon like to play Minecraft?
Can your Moon draw?
Does your Moon like prawn cocktail Quavers or flaming hot Monster Munch?
Has your Moon ever been to the park?
Does it like Ham and Pineapple Pizza?
Can I hold your Moon?

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Id like you to imagine the shiniest moon

That glistens like a shooting star in the dark.

 

I’d like you to hold this moon in your imagination

With the attention you would give to your brand new puppy

Or even holding in the greatest secret of your life.

 

Id like you to call this moon , your very own personal possession.

 

Now please fill in this survey:

 

Can your moon drive a car?

Does your moon know how to play basketball?

Is your moon a millionaire?

Has your moon been on Britan’s got talent?

Could your moon be on Spin the wheel?

When will your moon next go to Morocco?

Will your moon go to Tesco’s to get a meal deal?

 

My tissue

I’d like you to imagine the cleanest tissue, that’s like freshly made paper strait from the lumber mill.

 

I’d like you to hold this tissue in your brain for eternity, with the attention that you would use for sats (or an action film with its dramatic music playing).

 

I’d like you to call this tissue, your favourite acquaintance.

 

Now please fill in this survey:

 

What nose does your tissue like to wipe most?

Has your tissue been on Britan’s got talent?

When will your tissue get famous?

What is your tissues dream car?

Does your tissue help you when you really need assistance?

Is it world famous?

Tallest Tree

I want you to imagine the highest oak tree,

That sways softly in the warm, humid summer wind like a boat bobbing between blue billows.

 

I’d like you to imagine this oak tree with the same attention given to the chiming of the old church bell as it reaches noon, and playful children screaming because of excitement.

 

I’d like you to call this oak tree, your very own oak tree, my very own oak tree.

Now please fill in this survey:

Does this oak tree ever fear getting cut down?

Will this tree ever sing?

What does staring at this tree make you wander?

Is it true this tree is 100 years old?

Should you fear this oak tree?

Could it be a friend or foe?

Has this oak tree ever gone to the busy supermarket?

When will this oak tree grew legs and walk around the soft` green grass?

Did your oak tree back stab you when had no friends?

The Gentle Breeze

I’d like you to imagine the cold gentle breeze blowing on your face on a hot sunny day.

I’d like you to hold tightly to the gentle breeze like you would clutch a pile of shimmering, shiny gold.

I’d like you to call this gentle breeze Imagine.

Please take a moment to answer these questions:

Does your breeze play football?

Does your breeze ever ride on the magnificent, colourful unicorn in the clear blue sky?

Has your breeze read book?

Has your breeze ever met a hideous monster?

Has your breeze gone to school?

Has your breeze got a pet?

Who would your breeze choose to be at the end of the story?

The Sparkling Shooting Star

I’d like you to imagine a glittering, magnificent shooting star dancing through the midnight sky.

I’d like you to hold this feather in your mind like it is a shimmering, glistening, sparkling, beautiful emerald.

I’d like you to call this shooting star, the star of hope.

Now please fill in this survey:

Does your shooting star smell like roses?
Does your shooting star remember its visit to Africa?
Is your shooting star scared of ghost?
Would your shooting star be friends with a beautiful leaf?
Would it choose black current or orange juice to drink?
Does your star sound like a furious monster?
Is your star funny?

Autumnal leaf

I’d like you to imagine a bright, amber autumnal leaf fluttering gracefully like a Monarch butterfly from the large, cracked, twisted, ancient, tawny brown oak tree.

I’d like you to clutch this bright, amber leaf in your mind like the memory of sitting on a golden, sandy beach watching the amazing sunset go by.

I’d like you to call this leaf, your leaf of happiness and love.

Now please fill in this survey:
Does it smell fresh like crisp linen that has been blowing in the warm summer’s breeze?
Does your bright, amber leaf ever dream of drifting, lazily through the tall, fir trees surrounded by fresh smelling bluebell?
Does your bright amber leaf sound like a chirping red breasted robin?
Is your bright amber leaf afraid of spiders and slugs?
Would your bright amber leaf be shy or loud?
When your bright, amber leaf fades, away will it be gone forever?
Has your bright amber leaf got any friends?
When does your bright amber leaf go to school?
What does your bright amber leaf like to do?
Does your autumnal leaf see the summer sun?

The Significance of Our Shadow

The Significance of Our Shadow

I’d like you to imagine the coldest shadow that lurks at your window and dances at dawn.

I’d like you to keep this shadow safe in your hearts like a precious childhood memory that will never be forgotten.

 

I’d like you to call this shadow, your shadow.

 

Now please kindly fill in this quick questionnaire:

 

Does your shadow play the ukelele?

Has your shadow ever been to the Red Lion for Sunday lunch?

Will your shadow ever be a contender on Gladiators?

If your shadow rusts, will you need a glue stick?

Does your shadow consider crocodiles to be friends and elephants to be foe?

When will your shadow next go to the pharmacy?

Has your shadow ever devoured the tantalising taste of Oliver’s triple chocolate brownies?

Would I be able to partner with the shadow for country dancing at the May Fayre?