|...tulips, roses, daffodiles, poppys and other delitefull smells...|
"I once went to Joslé, a town in France. When I was there I found a walkway near the river that rippled by. I went down the walk way to explore and have adventure. As I was walking a loud bark came into hearing range. I followed the barck to a gate. When I looked beyond the gate I could barley make out a bridge. Then I went home. A few days later, I found out our host (who was currently in Africa and lending the house) was friends with the man who owned the house. I went there and found where the feroshisly loud barck was coming from: a humongous Great Dane! He infited me in and I liked him right away. After that, I visited quite often and once I asked "What lies beyond the house?" That's when I saw the buitifull garden. It smelled of tulips, roses, daffodiles, poppys, and other delitefull smells. By the way, the names of the men were David and José, and the dog's name was Dooby. The place was wonderfull and my only dream is to go back there someday."