The scorching, bright sun abodes in the pale blue sky. Slowly following the rays of the sun, the eyes would notice several bricks covering the Earth's surface. There are several green, dome-shaped hills covering part of the areas with their magnificient beauty. Blue tanks find their way at several intervals. Pretty butterflies move from the top to the bottom of the tank and back to the top, eagerly awaiting their preys. Several brown square boxes with the shape of a question mark - a hook and a dot below, would be strolling out in the open air. Hitting on of the brown squares at the bottom would squeeze a gold, round coin out of them.
Wild, flying birds with
white feathers and a blue beak try their best to hinder the progress of
the travellers along this path. When they emerge victorious, they are
showered with thunderous claps. On the top right part of the sky, the
king of coins lives and every time a gold coin is squeezed out of his
enemy, the brown square, it adds one to the number of coins it had,
making a sound of happiness by expressing it through hos laughter when
he keeps on receiving new, bright gold coins.
On
the top left corner of the sky, dwells the clock with its three hands
rotating around the numbers like the planets rotate around the sun in
space. Mr. Time always reminds people of their time and usually operates
on count-down mode, which makes it unique from the other normal clocks.
Sometimes, the generous sky throws a green, yellow, red and white
striped rope leading to the world of cakes of different tastes :
vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, mixed fruit, which are all beautified by
healthy, nutritious fruits such as cherries.
To
compete with the sky, the sun showers dark brown square, ovular,
circular, rectangular and triangular blocks of chocolate, half solid and
half liquid. The combined effort of sun and sky throws a yellow star
which bumps forth in one direction and back in another, then suddenly
vanishes like vapour.
A hoisted flag moves violently in the wind, showing off its valour for receiving a warm guest.
Written By:
Ritu Karania, Year 11.
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