The Willow tree’s roots were like long thick strips of rope.

 Its branches were as long as a giraffe’s neck that touched the ground. 

The leaves were as thin as paper though pale green and transparent. 

The trunk was as wide as a table at a school.

 Its buds were as fuzzy as a woolly hat’s  pom-pom. 

The knots were like it was burnt by fire.

I met a girl called Capital Letters. Anything she said had capital letters. But she hated me … because whatever I say DOESN’T have capital letters.

I met a boy called Bones. He looked like a skeleton. He was really skinny, I mean really skinny.

I met a girl called Tolerant. She was extremely understanding. She could understand anything I said.

I met a boy called Lightning. He could run at lightning speed. He could also shoot lightning bombs with a thunder noise.