Imagination

I fell asleep in a wondrous glen that seemed so full of sparkly things Trees here, over there a unicorn what? Yes a unicorn perched on a grassy rock I looked at it, it too looked at me I say how do you do? well ty. how do you? Fine I reply. but why are you here? I am your guide between our worlds my name is pukka and first we go to the high priest's hall where all is decided So together they set off passing trees shaped like crocks, elephants and birds Most would talk to them of scandalous things but Pukka rushed him past then they were there. what do you think we should do with the thief Simba they asked Peg him out in the desert for one night let the animal's decided his fate and so that was what happened and entered into the good book as the punishment Right best be bustling along right fast in a flash they were back in the glen Simba rubbed his eyes in disbelief Pukka had vanished all seem the same Simba found some sparkly hairs call me if you need me