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?